Each stroke I let a little more of my weight down on her. Each stroke I went deeper inside her, each stroke I fell more in love with her.Wait, what? W...here did that come from? I’m not in love with her!But I did have love for her. She was…beautiful, and loving, and... tragic. And I always rooted for the underdog. She needed so much more than what her Morgan could provide, and I could help her with that, to a point. She was so easy to fuck, her lust for me was as unbridled as any woman I’d been. Kat explained about taking the raw video footage from multiple cameras and synching them as she played them back, picking the best camera angles, even doing overlays or picture-in-a-picture at some points in the edited version. She also talked about sound editing where she could remove instructions Mike gave to his ‘model’ or add appropriate sounds or background music.The discussion migrated to how Susan used computers in her paralegal work, covering everything from researching obscure cases. He would have the chance to prove himself soon enough. As he recovered from his climax, his cheeks began to flush red. Was he embarrassed? Guilty? If so, that would need to change ... but there was no rush.“You have passed your first test, slave,” Varassa told him. “The second is even easier: you will remain her and watch over this cunt for me while I deal with some business in the camp. Do not allow her to clean herself—I want her to wear your seed as a reminder of her weakness. Do you. 'what do you think karen? should the pants come off too?' jilly giggled'what??' I exclaimed.'just do as your told! and get those pants off!' jilly orderedI slipped my pants down and took them off and felt the nice cool breeze around my semi hard cock.'look, he is finding this a turn on' karen giggled as she pointed towards me.'well you had better help him then karen' jilly said.jilly sat in the chair and reclined back'come to karen then!' jilly snapped.I went and stood by karen's chair and she.