Date: Sun, 7 Oct 2012 19:46:58 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Love Motel. Part Eight.

 This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments, good
or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

Part Eight.

   He'd forgot Sarah was in there. He started with surprise as she rushed
over to him. Startled, he fell back against the door jamb. Sarah suddenly
stopped on seeing his face.

   `Oh, sorry Tom. I forgot. I've just been watching a lovely film and felt
so happy, then you came in so I jumped up to kiss you.' She dropped her
voice a little. `Can I kiss you Tom?' He laughed having recovered himself
and held out his arms.

   `Of course you can. I forgot you were here and you startled me.' She
went into his arms slowly and gave him a quick kiss and pulled herself away
to look at him.

   `You touched and kissed me without any problems. I'm glad that we talked
last night.'

   `Sarah,' Tom said hesitantly, `I...I...don't know really how to thank
you for what you've done for me. You...you've managed to change my life so
much in just one night. I...I...' he broke off and wandered about the room,
touching small things to avoid looking at her. `You have the most perfect
figure I've ever seen, and... and...I am most humbly touched that you
helped me with it last night. I...I...well Sarah, I would like it if you
could stay again tonight as well.' He stood with his back to her when he
finished speaking, and stood there waiting for her to answer him.

   He heard her move across the room and felt her arms go over his
shoulders and saw her hands locking front of him. Her breasts were pushing
into his back and her stomach and thighs were pressed tight up against
him. She lay her head on his shoulder, her face turned towards his.

   `Tom, I would love to stay the night. Tonight. Tomorrow night, and the
night after. I will stay as long as you want me to, if you'll let me.' She
spoke the last very softly. He turned without breaking her hold of him and
held her tight to him. Pressing her close and feeling the warmth of her
body through their clothes.

   He felt himself starting to rise up, a wonderful feeling that he hadn't
been able to do for years without watching somebody else having sex. To
touch a woman in the flesh and feel his pecker rise to the occasion. She
felt him getting hard too and grinned at him.

   `The therapy worked,' she whispered. He broke the contact between them
before he could speak, and then it was only in a strangled voice.

   `Let me see to the motel first, then we can spend all night here. I'll
only be in the office next door seeing to the guests coming in. When they
are all in, then, then...'

   `Can I come and sit in the office with you? I want to be with you all
the time,' she said. He took her hand and gave it a squeeze and led her out
of the cabin and into the office.

   Some of the guests were early and they booked in and were given their
keys and the Reverend Tyler checked out, giving Tom his key, thanking him
very much. Tom watched him go saying to himself that he would one day give
him what he deserved. He told Sarah that there were a couple of cabins keys
still to be collected. Would she see that the people signed in when they
came while he saw to cabin seven and got it ready for occupancy. She said
that she understood and he left her in charge of the office.

                                                                *

   With cabin seven that the Reverend had just vacated, it was only a
matter of straightening the bed covers and changing the used towels for
clean ones to make it ready for the next guest. He saw somebody checking in
and that Sarah seemed to be coping and so he thought he'd have a quick look
round to see if all was okay in the other cabins. He was passing cabin
three and decided to look in and see what they were doing. He unlocked the
door to the locker and went inside and drew the curtain aside. It was early
in the evening but the occupants were already stripped off for action.

   It was big Fred again with the same red haired girl that he was with in
cabin six, the water bed. They were in the sixty nine position and really
basting themselves. Fred digging his tongue into her wet sex while she was
really pulling his large prick into her mouth as she sucked on him. Last
time, the girl had been unprepared for the lift up that he gave her so that
his cock was rammed right into her throat but she was ready for it this
time.

   He lifted her up in one movement and held her above his swollen cock and
she grasped it with her hand and took the head of it into her mouth and
relaxed as he lowered her down onto it. Tom watched fascinated as he saw
the hard outline of it pass direct into her gullet. So engrossed in the
scene, Tom did not hear the door of the locker open and close. Nor the
sound of somebody step up close and stop just behind him. He heard the gasp
though and whirled round and there stood Sarah. In all the times he'd
visited the lockers, this was the first time that he had forgotten to lock
the door behind him.

   `She'll choke,' she gasped, her hand up to her own throat as if to
massage it.

   `What the hell are you doing in here,' Tom managed to get out in his
anger at seeing her there. `You should be in the office.' She stood looking
through the viewing with her eyes wide. Spoke falteringly but without
taking her eyes off the scene of big Fred pumping the red haired girl up
and down on his prick.

   `I...I saw you come in here and I came to...to tell you that...that all
the guests had...had arrived...and...and that we could, how can...it's not
possible. She'll choke to death like that!' Tom tried to move her, but she
was rooted to the spot watching.

   `Out,' said Tom. `Come on, out!'

   `No. Wait a minute. Please Tom, just a minute. Let me see what happens.'
She was still wide eyed watching and Tom looked and saw the finale as big
Fred shot his load. You could see the shape of his cock throb and spasm as
his seed jetted up deep into her throat. He then lifted her right off, his
arm muscles tightly knotted and covered in a thin film of sweat as he did
so and plunked her down on the bed.

   `That was better than last time eh?' Fred chuckled. The red head grinned
at him as she rubbed her throat.

   `You're still a big fucking bastard,' she said and ducked and laughed as
his hand flew at her head and missed. She threw herself on top of him and
wrestled him as she grunted out, `Now let's put that big fucking tool that
you've got where it rightly belongs. It's my turn now.' Fred gave his
chuckling laugh and rolled her over. Tom pulled the curtain across the
window and turned angrily to Sarah.

   `Well?' he demanded. `You've seen it now.' She clutched at his arm.

   `Tom, quick,' she said excitedly. `Let's go to your cabin. That has got
me so worked up.' She pulled at his arm and he followed her out with an air
of puzzled wonderment. He had expected all sorts of foul oaths and such
like to be heaped upon him by Sarah for doing such a thing as watching
other people having sex. But she had got excited by the sight and wanted
nothing more than to work it off with Tom. He managed to free his arm from
her grasp and lock the locker behind him. She feverishly grabbed his arm
again and hurried him along to his cabin. Inside, she turned and held him
tight as she rubbed herself up against him.

   `Tom, Tom, let's get into bed. Seeing them has made me want you,
quick. Earlier I had wanted to go slow and play at seducing you, but I
can't wait now.' She was pulling at his shirt, one button coming away
completely. He finished taking his shirt off and then his trousers while
she quickly stripped off her dress and underthings and spread herself on
her back on the bed. Tom still had his shorts and socks to get off and then
stood by the bed, his own prick was, to his delight, standing out ready for
combat.

   `No playing about Tom,' she begged. `I'm ready now. Please darling.' Tom
still had to wait a moment just to look at the body stretched out for
him. Her big round breasts, the flat stomach, the fine legs wide open so
that he could see her snatch waiting for him. It was wet and juicy and
ready to lubricate his prick on its entry. `Please Tom! Come and make love
to me.' He climbed on the bed between her legs and dipped his wick into the
holder.

   He slid in with ease as her legs swung up so that his whole length could
enter. He dug deep and worked his hips from side to side as he pumped in
and out. She bucked her hips in time with him and exploded in a burst of
juices which he felt spurt down alongside his prick and smear the tops of
his thighs. He kept working his meat inside her, feeling the wet sides of
her vagina trying to grip his shaft tight. He felt the pressure building up
in his balls and increased his pace until his sperm erupted out of his cock
inside her. She held him tight as he lay on top of her, crooning softly in
his ear. They lay for a little while like this until he began to withdraw
but she held him even tighter.

   `No!' She whispered fiercely. `Stay there awhile. Let me keep it inside
of me for it's so nice and fulfilling. Keep in there.' He lay still on top
of her as he gently stroked her hair and kissing her eyelids, nose and lips
in gentle little bird pecks. He could feel her working the muscles inside
her vagina, pressing his prick in different places at the same time and it
started to respond and expand.

   `My darling,' she whispered. `It's getting bigger again. Come, now. Do
it slowly this time. I want to feel your hardness in me. Fuck me gently
Tom.' Tom slowly began to move himself backwards and forwards inside and so
gently fucked her.

   They lay side by side, nestled together. His body pale and white which
had not seen the sun for many years contrasting sharply with her golden
tanned flesh. His hand gently caressed the breast that hung towards him and
he playfully tweaked the hard nipple. She moved slightly from this and
opened her eyes.

   `Tom,' she drawled out his name slowly and softly. `Looking into the
room, is that the way, the only way you could have sex?' He turned his head
to hers on the pillow and kissed her nose.

   `Yes. I could get it up by looking at other people having fun, but I
couldn't if face to face with a woman.'

   `How terrible for you,' she said. `Having to watch other people having
their sex while you couldn't do it the same way.' He didn't say that he got
extreme pleasure from watching other people. `I bet you saw some strange
sights.' Tom chuckled.

   `You bet! You'd be surprised the number of men who come here with
somebody else's wife or girlfriend, and some girls who come with other
girls.' He chuckled again. `I think that nearly all the top people of this
town have spent one night here. There would be some very red faces about
this burg if they knew all that I know. They'd pay a fortune to keep me
quiet.' He lay there shaking with silent laughter. Sarah propped herself up
on an elbow and drew a fingernail up and down his chest.

   `Tom, have you ever thought of making any money out of that fact?'

   `What fact?' he asked.

   `Well, you just said that the people of this town would pay a small
fortune if you didn't say who was with who here.'

   `So they would, the sanctimonious bastards. Like the Right fucking
Reverend Tyler for one. Buggering a choirboy every Sunday afternoon. I'd
like to knock that pious look off his face. But who'd believe my word
against his?'

   `What if you had some photo's? Then it wouldn't matter what he said,
would it now? You'd have proof.'

   `Yeh, well, that would be blackmail wouldn't it?'

   `Well, in a way in would. But not if you did it to show up the
hypocrites. That would change their tune. If you didn't ask for money or
anything, then it isn't blackmail.'

   `Whichever way you put it, it's still blackmail,' he said.

   `Tom. Look at me.' He turned his head and looked at her. He could spend
the rest of his life just looking at her sweet face, he thought. `Tom. I
don't mean to be rude or personal. I'm not asking for myself but I'm
thinking of you, well, I would also like to think...well I...I...mean...I
like you Tom. I would like to stay with you, if...if...you would have me
stay.' She had dropped her eyes, but still kept her finger moving on his
chest. He reached for her but she pushed his hand back. `No, wait a minute,
I haven't finished. What I was trying to say was, how much money do you
have in the bank? I don't mean how much, but I'm thinking that if they
found out about your windows? I mean, what would happen to you then?' Tom
chuckled.

   `I think they would sling me in jail for a few weeks and close the place
down.'

   `That's what I mean,' she stressed. `Do you have enough to get another
place if by mischance they found out and this happened?' Tom stopped
chuckling and lost himself in thought and slowly shook his head.

   `No. I wouldn't have enough to open another place. You're not thinking
of blackmailing me are you?' She flung herself on top of him and tears came
to her eyes and began to run down her face and fell onto his below hers.

   `No Tom. I couldn't do that to you. Don't you realise you big fool, I've
fallen in love with you and I wouldn't want to see you hurt.' She dropped
her head onto his shoulder sobbing. He stroked the back of her head and
could feel her heaving chest pressing those fine full orbs into him. These
and the warmth of her thigh brought his cock up into the night air and he
swallowed a lump in his throat that this young girl loved him.  She felt
his prick rise against the side of her thigh and she choked back a sob with
a short laugh and grasped it firmly in her fist.

   `Well this loves me.' Tom then pushed her back and mounted her and slid
his prick into her inner warmth.

   `I love you too Sarah. I really do love you.' He covered her face with
kisses as he slowly moved his hips back and forth.

   `Well really love me then,' she purred back at him and locked her legs
over his hips. `Love me again and again and again.' They moved in unison
and Tom surged forward, diving his cock deep into the neck of her womb and
sending his love into her in savage bursts from the fiery end.

   Sated, they lay as before, nestled together and gently stroked each
other in silence for a while.

   `Tom,' Sarah spoke, breaking that silence. `It wouldn't cost a lot of
money to buy a movie camera and the equipment to get it all set up. Then as
long as you get enough on film so that if anything did happen, you'd be
alright then, do you see?' He did see alright, but since they had laid
down, he had given it some serious thought. Yes he had enough money to buy
the equipment, he still had quite a bit left from the bank robber's haul
stashed away. But it was the ethics of it that troubled him.

   Not only that, because once he started blackmailing people, they would
never ever come back to the motel again and in time, would tell other
people not to use it. They would say that they'd heard rumours about the
place. Word would get round and he'd lose any further sources of money from
the town if he took this route.

   Yet again, if someone might decide that instead of paying for the film,
hire a hit man to either wipe or burn him out. This was a powerful reason
as to why he should say no to this idea before it even got off the ground.

   They argued for an hour and she eventually had to agree with him that it
would in the long term destroy the motel, but countered that they could
still do the filming as an insurance. If anyone that they had on film
wanted for whatever reason, to try and cause any trouble for him, he would
then have a counter argument. So it was agreed that they would do the
filming but not to be used for blackmailing purposes but purely as an
insurance policy.

   `Oh Tom, I do love you. I really feel that I do,' Sarah said as she
hugged and kissed him. `So much so that I want you to do to me what we saw
in that cabin.'

   `Not bloody likely!' he said. `I'm not as strong as Fred.'

   `Well what if we tried it a different way?' Tom's prick started to rise
at this thought. `See! He thinks it would be nice,' she exclaimed as she
took hold of it and gave it a rub. She bounced up on the bed and dragged
Tom up. `Get off the bed a minute.' He did as he was asked and got off and
stood by the side with his erection standing upright in front of him as she
sorted herself out and lay across the bed to hang her head right over the
edge where he was standing so that she was looking at him upside down. Her
hair was trailing on the floor and she tried to speak but found she
couldn't in that position and had to lift her head up. `Like this Tom.'

   She let her head drop back again and lifted her arms and grabbed his
hands and pulled him down so that he was on his knees facing her, his prick
waving about just in front of her nose. She lifted her head up again and
half turned towards him.

   `I think we can manage it. Be gentle though. I will try to relax myself
as much as possible, but if I slap you hard, pull out for it will be
hurting me.' She rolled back so that her head hung over the edge of the bed
again. Tom leaned forward and placed his hands on the bed and let her take
his cock into her hand and guide it into her mouth. He saw and felt the
head of his prick slide in between her teeth and enter her throat. He felt
her gag and started to pull back but she held him by her hands behind the
cheeks of his bum. He was amazed to feel his erection slide right in so
that his balls touched her nose. He slowly bent forward until he could
reach those lovely breasts just below him and gently gave them a squeeze
before moving up straight.

   Her hands started to move his arse so his cock moved in and out of her
mouth and throat and the sensation he was getting through his prick was
fantastic. Tighter than her cunt could ever have been. Her saliva had
lubricated his cock so that it was able to move and he very slowly and
gently began to fuck her deep inside her throat marvelling at the fact that
he could see himself moving inside.

   He had to hold himself rigid as he felt his semen come surging up his
prick and belching out of the end directly into her stomach. When it
finished its own pumping, he slowly withdrew it from her throat. Back into
her mouth and back past her teeth. It was a wonderful and powerful feeling
to be able to do this to a girl. She rolled over when he was free and
rubbed her throat.

   `That hurt,' she croaked out. She held out her arms and he got up and
rolled onto the bed with her. `We won't be doing that for a long time
besides, I don't the pleasure you get. I'd rather just take the head into
my mouth to suck and tease it with my tongue, and that's how much I love
you Tom. I love you so much that I would do anything for you. Anything!' He
held her tight as he savoured the word, anything. They finally and sleepily
kissed each other good night till they fell asleep with their arms tightly
wound about each other.

   They awoke early next morning, Tom with a steaming hard on which Sarah
was delighted with and was soon astride him, taking him inside herself. He
loved to see her up on top with her breasts bouncing lovely in time to her
movements that he could fondle, the coupling culminating in him coming with
some force inside her. Though she hated the withdrawal of his cock, she was
quickly off of him to suck on his still erect, steaming cock to pull out
what juices he still had left in the hard shaft that would soon wilt. With
both of them satisfied, they had their shower and got dressed and she then
acted as a wife and prepared them breakfast in the kitchen in the office
while Tom saw to the departing guests.

   After eating, at her request, Tom took her into cabins one to seven to
see what delights they held for certain of the guests who stayed there. She
shuddered in cabin one thinking of the story Tom had told her of his army
experience, being strung up and beaten. The same for cabin two on seeing
the rack with him explaining that she'd be surprised at the number of
sadists and masochists that were around. She liked the leather touch of
cabin three and when she saw cabin four with all the phallic brass hooks
and posts, wanted to try it out some time. She cooed with delight at both
cabins five and six, rolling on the fur covered bed and bouncing on the
water one. In cabin seven she even took her top off so that she could see
her breasts seven times over from the angled mirrors and this delighted Tom
too. They didn't bother with the other three cabins for they were same as
Tom's.

   She marvelled at the mirrors he had installed saying that you couldn't
tell from inside the cabins that you could be viewed from the other side.

   As Tom didn't expect any guests to arrive till late afternoon, He ran
Sarah into town to the hostel where she had been staying for her to collect
her things. Next stop was the photographer's shop where she had been
working and told them that she wouldn't be going there anymore. The owner
didn't like her leaving without proper notice but there was nothing he
could do about it.

   They went back to the motel where she fixed a light lunch for them and
then sat in the office with him to discuss what they should buy in the city
the next day. He also showed her the motel's books which were easy to keep
and found that it didn't take much learning to know how to run the
office. It was also agreed that they would give it a few days before giving
Mrs Towser her notice and for Sarah to help Tom in the cleaning of the
motel, giving the woman a month's wages in lieu of the proper notice.

   After dinner with the motel full, he didn't go and do any viewing for he
now had Sarah to look at and loved the striptease she did for him as she
slowly revealed her luscious body to his gaze. The difference now being the
fact that he could handle what he saw and soon had an erection which she
was delighted to see and have him join her in bed and be fucked by him.

   After breakfast and another performance of sex between them, they went
off to the city in his pick-up. They had already discussed what equipment
they would need for the filming and processing, the latter she would do
having learned this at the shop where she had worked. They would use the
kitchen as their dark room for this purpose. Tom took enough money and they
visited several shops to select all that they would need. A sixteen mm
movie camera and fast film for any dim lighting in the cabin. The proper
lights for the dark room as well as the developing trays and chemicals to
be used and also more infra red bulbs for the cabins. They also bought a
projector and screen and an enlarger for any still prints that they might
make.

   They were away four hours and Mrs Towser was pleased with the little
cash bonus for minding the office while they had been out. After a quick
lunch, they went and set up the camera on a tripod in the locker for cabin
eight as this would be the one selected for this coming nights filming.

   She did some test filming of Tom in the cabin with his changing of the
lights to see how the film would come out. She had to laugh at his antics
in front of the mirror as she made her adjustments and even got him on film
with his penis out of his trousers as he waggled it about while standing on
the bed and even got to press it up against the mirror while she was
running the test film through.

   Tom watched as Sarah fitted out the kitchen as her dark room. Laying out
the trays and chemicals, fixing up a drying line, changing the bulbs and
having him help her put up a heavy curtain across the doorway.

   She processed this clip and was satisfied that all was working well and
that the lighting was good enough even having had the cabin in complete
darkness but with the unseen infra red light on. So all was ready for the
occupants of this cabin this coming evening. That would be, to Tom's
delight, Judge Walter Hopkins, the town's local presiding judge. He had a
guess who would be his companion for the evening and he was right when he
saw that it was Constance Mason. She was the wife of a young barrister who
went off on a circuit once every three months.

   When the judge gave him good verdicts in his client's favour as they
came before him, Mason thought it was because of his eloquence in the court
room. He did not know that his wife secured these verdicts in Tom's motel.

   It was quite dark as it always was when the judge entered the office to
collect his key, so that he would not be seen and possibly be recognised by
other guests. Tom nervously gave him his key as the judge put a false name
in the register. All irregular but the judge had promised Tom a large
hamper at Christmas. He took his key and Tom watched him go down and help a
female out of his car and they quickly disappeared in the direction of
cabin eight.

   Tom went to his cabin and told Sarah that they had arrived and that they
should go there straight away for the judge usually only stayed for a
couple of hours as he had a wife at home. They quickly went down to the
locker for number eight and going inside and carefully locking the door
behind them. Tom drew back the curtain and light from the room flooded the
locker. Sarah shrank back from the window with a gasp as Tom held her and
explained that the cabin's occupants could neither see or hear them, but
they, in the locker could see and hear all that went on in their room.

   Tom was correct in his assumption as to who the judge's partner would
be. Constance Mason was seated at the dressing table taking her earrings
off. The judge had been in the bathroom and now came into the room as
Constance took off her blouse, draped it over the chair and started to
brush her hair. It was a luxurious auburn colour that fell in natural waves
down to her shoulders. The judge, just into his fifties had an abundant
shock of white hair which contrasted sharply with his thick black bushy
eyebrows. He was unbuttoning his shirt as he crossed the room and bent and
kissed the back of her neck. She didn't pause in the brushing of her hair
as he did so.

   `Come on Connie. Cut out the cold shoulder act,' he said exasperatedly,
but she continued brushing her hair for a few more strokes before slamming
down the brush to swing round to face him. Her eyes flashed fire, giving
her otherwise plain features a spark of life, unlike her normal shop window
mannequin expression.

   `Well? Does Phillip get a nomination or not for the D.A.'s job?' Phillip
being her husband. `For the last three months you've been saying that
you'll think about it. Well it's now gone on long enough. Does he get the
nomination or not?'

   `Now Connie...'

   `Don't you now Connie me!' she interrupted. Just a straight answer or
I'll start saying that I'll think about it. Whether I stay here now or go
home,' she paused for breath and effect, `or drop a few hints about us in
high places,' she threatened and whirled round to face the mirror again and
started to re-brush her hair.

   `Now Conn...Constance. Don't talk like that,' he said as he moved in
closer and put his hands on her shoulders and then running them up and down
her bare arms. He bent his head so that their eyes could meet in the
mirror's reflection. `Constance, I promise you that this week I will put in
the nomination and tell Phillip when he gets back.' His hands had gone
round to her front and were massaging her through the bra, which he now
slipped up over her breasts. `No more talk about hints to others either for
it would hurt Phillip's career very much and not be good for us either.'

   Tom turned to Sarah and saw that the camera was already in action in
following the scene at the dressing table of Judge Hopkins caressing and
fondling the naked breasts of Constance Mason.

   `Oh what scope this would be for blackmail,' Sarah whispered to
Tom. `This should be a perfect film. Both faces very clear, what they are
doing and more to the point, what they are saying.'

   What the judge had said seemed to have appeased Constance for she got up
and kissed him before going off into the bathroom while he undressed and
after putting out the main light, got into bed. With the main cabin light
off didn't make any difference to the filming for the infra red light was
on and Constance now appeared in the doorway of the bathroom. She was
wearing a filmy wisp of a nightdress that did not hide but just accentuated
all that she had. Full ripe breasts, a trim waist, perfectly moulded thighs
that held an abundance of pubic hair like a trimmed Van Dyke beard. She
approached the bed shrugging of this film of material, and naked, knelt on
the foot of it. The judge had only covered himself with the top sheet, and
this, Constance slowly pulled down the bed. Down his chest and over his
stomach till his erection sprang free and settled back onto his
stomach. She bunched the sheet down round her knees and was squarely facing
the camera when she spoke.

   `You definitely promise to give Phillip the nomination?' When the judge
nodded and said yes, she then moved forward and down onto her elbows either
side of his legs and took hold of his prick, raised it upright and put the
head of it into her mouth.

   Sarah and Tom both looked at each and smiled. She saw that Tom had an
erection from watching the couple on the bed so she moved round the camera
and pressed up close behind him. Her hands went round to his fly and she
deftly worked down the zip and pulled his hard member from out of his
shorts. With one hand caressing his balls, she worked him fast with the
other till he gasped and stiffened as his sperm shot out of his prick up
against the wall.

   While he wiped himself and put away his diminishing tool into his
trousers, Sarah moved the camera slightly to catch a good sequence of the
judge going down in between the legs of Constance with his tongue out as he
pushed it into her bush that was in front of him. The follow up to this was
of him moving up and entering her, his prick quite visible until it
disappeared in- side her.

   Sarah suggested that they stop at this point for they had all they
needed and there was no point in wasting film. Tom stopped the camera and
she showed him the unloading process and then helped him stow away the
equipment in a bag. With it safely deposited in his room, the film was
taken into the improvised dark room where Sarah cut the film and developed
the exposed section. Tom was disappointed when she held up some of the
developed strips for him to see.

   `You can't see much from that,' he complained.

   `What do you mean?' she demanded. `They're perfect. If this was run now
through a projector onto the screen, it would be a wow.' When it was dry,
she packed it into a small container that Tom had labelled with the two
names of the people filmed along with the date and time. And so began to
process of building up a library of many films that was to be their
insurance against anyone of the people filmed making any trouble. Everybody
was filmed twice, except those that were actually man and wife, though some
were filmed more than this when they were having sex with a different
person. The one most filmed was the Reverend Tyler, fucking nearly half of
the boy choir and about the same number of women from the Sunday Woman's
Guild.

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