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next.
Anything else would be anti-climactic (pardon the pun). Greg and
Judy slowly and reluctantly disjoined and got up. Judy gave me a
reassuring smile and patted my shoulder. The real word gradually
came back to me. I could vaguely see the director and camera men
and a few of the "stars" still sitting there rapt. The only
noise was the bed creaking as Greg finally got off, the whirring
of the camera, a cough in the back somewhere and a low, very low
moan. The last was odd, I had never heard anything like it, it
was almost unearthly. But one thing you had to say about it, it
was mournful. Although still in a sexual "high" and virtually
starving for relief, I could not help, but try to find the
source, as if I didn't know already. There it was, that poor guy
in the corner. He was slumped over being totally supported by
his bindings. Well, he wasn't totally slumped over, his
magnificent cock was flaming red and standing straight out
throbbing up and down about two inches at a time. One of the
girls was still hanging around his neck with one hand and
stroking his immense penis with the other. It must have been
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