The make-up girl had been ascribed the task of scrubbing the carpet. Neville had a fair amount of energy for an older man, and was giving her cunt a reasonably solid pounding, his hands clutching her buttocks through fine white linen. XXX Maybe he’d keep thrashing her cunt until she’d eaten enough to scream. Maybe he’d keep thrashing her cunt until she’d eaten enough to scream. Their grunts and moans signalling orgasm after orgasm, especially hers. Neville was there, as always nervous, twitchy. The girls would usually take an enema, especially before shooting but for some, including Jenny, it was, these days a simple part of normal morning ablutions. Everything. Not playing a rape scene, but getting beaten up and fucked against her will.
