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course, and by the end it was in total
disarray.
    It finished off with Alice on her knees atop the chaise,
facing Trev's stationary camera, Felix straddling her, his prick,
now fevered and painful, hammering into her pussy, the best part of
Alice hair gripped firmly in a fist and pulled back enough to make
lift her chin up. The only let down for me was that Felix didn't
climax in her mouth or over her face - Trev would have liked that
I'm sure - instead he came across her arse and lower back, taken by
surprise from his fervent doggy fuck.
    He used her hair to mop it up.
     
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    Once Alice had gone – she spent a rather long time in the
shower – we took time out to watch some of video. In ordinary
terms, it wasn't good at all. Trev had started with a few ideas for
rudimentary plot lines, and with experienced talent he might have
followed it through, but Alice had quickly lost any notion of
acting once Felix' prick was inside her and pounding
away.
    What we got instead was the strong hints of the predicament
that Alice had found herself in. For those of us with a measure of
experience, it was obvious that she wasn't putting anything on and
that her cries had been genuine. Then there were the numerous
glances straight into the camera lens, her face a mixture of shock,
surprise and utter pleasure at was Felix was doing to
her.
    Later that day I saw Alice again. I was going back to London
on the train and was walking through a carriage on the way to get
some food. I saw her first, sitting on a seat next to the aisle,
staring out the window. Sensing that somebody was approaching she
looked towards me and I knew as soon as I caught her eye that she
recognised me. She reddened slightly, but her face didn't follow it
through and she stared at me as much as I did at her, each of us
daring the other to let on what had happened.
    And then I was passed and nothing came of it.