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Jack stared at the styrofoam box on a table far away from where he was spread-eagled on the grass. From his vantage point, all he could be sure of was the disgustingly small size of the serving. He hoped the food was for people like Tato; stars like Jack Cole did not deserve food like that.
�Git dat camera off his thing, Rey!�
Eugene slapped the cameraman with a tattered Hello Kitty fan. Rey winced as he transferred the gaze of the camcorder onto Jack�s face.
Jack smiled as he exhaled. The camera caught his blissful look as Tina took him again into her mouth. Don�t forget the dimple, Jack told himself; he tucked in the side of his mouth to produce a niche in his cheek. The camera quickly switched to watch her take him in with relative difficulty. In the background, the sun reflected nicely off the nearby swimming pool; the entire garden was bathed in butterscotch sunlight.
Okay, Jack, he thought, make a sound now. �Ooh, yes.� He absentmindedly played with the leaves of a nearby plant, his hand off-camera, of course.
�Mmph,� Tina mumbled in reply.
�Louder, Tina,� Eugene hissed. The director fanned himself furiously.
�Mmmph,� she said, louder. Taking him out of her mouth, she added, �do you like that?�
�That�s good,� Jack said.
�Shu sam passion, Jack!�
�That�s good,� Jack repeated, adding an extra breath for emphasis.
�Bitter,� Eugene said.
The camera focused on Tina�s excellent blow job. Rey knew his stuff, and did not take kindly to Eugene�s insistent whining. When it came to filming, he was one of the best. Why he ever signed up with Eugene was beyond him; Rey bit his lip in regret.
�Stand up, Jack,� Eugene instructed. Jack did so, with Tina, mouth open in a wide O, following without a whimper.
�Are you riddy?� Eugene asked.
�Okay,� Jack said.
Tina continued to suck him furiously. In a matter of minutes, the standard moan from Jack and gobs of mayonnaise-like fluid on Tina�s face were captured on film.
�Grit!� Eugene said gleefully. �Biri gud, as ulwes, Jack. Tina, gu wash your pays.� He clapped his hands with the fan.
�What I want to know is how you got to reserve a house in Forbes,� Jack said, shaking the last drops of semen off his penis.
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