She knew, for she felt the same way herself! Furthermore, she knew, divined, instantly, without anyone telling her, that what she was seeing was real. These were no actresses hired off the street. They were real, and what better humiliation, what greater thrill could one ask for than to do obscene perverted things and have someone film it! What greater debasement than to know you were being photographed while doing wantonly obscene things! A film that would be shown as a sex-film in hard-core theaters!

The longing, the streaking sexual hunger was so strong in Nancy that she was panting for breath, her eyes fluttering half-closed. She needed air, she had to have air or she was going to pass out. Her half-empty drink tumbled to the floor where it stained the carpet darkly as she weaved up to her feet. She had to get air immediately or she would pass out. Desperately, she tried stepping out of the tangle of feet and chairs.

"Sit down, damn it!"

"Down in front!"

"Somebody yank that drunken broad down!"

Hands seized her and guided her back to her own seat where she slumped, her eyes half unfocused. Then they opened wide. Up on the screen was a naked man!

Nancy had seen men naked before. She had seen Allan naked many times, but she had never seen a man with a penis like the one up on the screen!

It was huge! It was at least nine inches long and over two turgid inches thick. And right before her eyes, it was growing even larger. The man was stroking it lewdly with one hand as he stood next to the bed and looked down at the helpless young blonde with her legs still spread wide. He was stark naked and heavily muscled with a strong looking face. The camera closed in on his huge growing cock and watched as he slowly stroked his penis to a virile life, pulling the slippery foreskin back over the moist blue-pink head until the huge blood-gorged tip flared out.

The whip snaked out and lashed at the girl's leg.