"Lucky dog," Jake, one of our cameramen, muttered."We're not in any rush. We're definitely not trying to save film here. If he's capable," and here sh...e looked up and smiled over at me, "we may be at it for quite some time. Hours maybe," she laughed. "Now don't run out of film." Yes Miss Bianca," echoed around the room as the laughing and happy crew moved to their places."And I thought I was the producer," I complained when Bianca finally walked over towards me."Morning Mr. Scouries," Bianca. My bad I told her. I must have misunderstood Karl, I can hear Karl laughing in the background. Well since I am here I guess I should go and thank the guys for a great job they did my wife said. She held the phone on herself as Karl went to unbutton her shirt. Once he did that he reached in and and removed my wife’s bra. Her breast were just hanging free for the grabbing. Karl walks my wife into the kitchen area where the 3 black guys were bullshitting and drinking beer. With the phone in her. She quickly finished pulling my Tommy under shorts down off my feet before hurriedly latching onto my dick. Her both hands worked at it, one massaging my bulging ball sack and the other stroking my length with love, obviously confirming it was not her first rodeo. I could sure remind myself for it being wrong but my young venomous serpent was excited a little too much to stop now and I figured it would be alright if I only let her jerk me off to orgasm and nothing more after that. I believed, I. Although Aunt Celeste was intensely jealous of any interest I showed in other women or them in me, she encouraged me to flirt with her man friends and showed no jealousy at all with respect to their attentions. I learned how to bat my long eyelashes at them when I served them drinks, to make little curtsies, the better for them to enjoy the sight of my cleavage, and I always gave my hips a special extra wiggle when I knew they were watching me from behind. I took every opportunity to lightly.