Without really agreeing to anything, Sally let Griff take her to the chair and secure her wrists to the head rest and her ankles to the stirrups. His deep masculine voice was calm and self-assured, a chocolate brown sweet syrup that lulled her spider sense to sleep. His strong hands were warm and gentle as he clipped the buckles on her cuffs to chair anchors, and he told her a funny story about a model who had gone home on the subway still wearing her bondage cuffs.

Then the mobile camera guy moved around her supine form, framing her fleshy thighs and the perky puddles of her breasts. All the time her eyes moved with him, and she tried to make small talk and jokes because she was in fact terrified. She realized that her bonds were real, and in that position, they could do anything with her they wanted. Her breathing came faster and shallower as she began to panic.

"Easy now, sweetie," Griff soothed. "He's just taking all the angles we need for the shoot. There's really nothing for you to do except look pretty ... and you do, of course." He held her gaze, and she calmed. "Now this is a porn shoot, so we need the standard crotch shot. I'm going to spread the stirrups, Sally. Just remember it's for the extra money."

Indeed his offer this second time had been generous, so Sally thought about that as he swung the stirrups wide and the cameras zoomed in. Then to her dismay, quietly out of nowhere came the rest of the crew: all men, all black, and all naked.

"Oh oh ... oh what's that? What's happening?" Sally demanded in a panic. Griff waved the men to stop.

"It's just part of the fake bondage scene we are trying to create, Sally." He could see her initial panic was turning to anger. "I should have told you the whole scene first, but we were pressed for time. I hope you understand." He looked at her wistfully, as if her approval meant everything to him.

"They ... they won't do ... do anything to me? Will they?" She sounded plaintive.

"No no, of course not," Griff assured her. "They are just here to pose naked with you. There may be some touching in various poses, but nothing sexual."

So the young men surrounded her on the chair and mimed sex acts. One stood tall between her legs and pretended to put his long black cock into her cunt. His cock head actually did touch her vulva. She could feel it, and it sent and electric charge through her. What would it feel like? Oh no, I can't. What would Andy say? Finally she came wearily back to her original motive for doing all these things for Griff: "It's just a start." There would be other, better jobs.

A young black man, slim and athletic with a huge penis, hovered by her head. Griff asked her to open her mouth when the young man advanced his cock toward it and pretend to suck him. [013] The cameras flashed for that one. Another older black gentleman with a dignified look and substantial penis stretched out his hand toward her right breast, and the camera angle made it look like fondling.

It was over quickly for Sally. She was suddenly alone as the crew disappeared, leaving only Griff. Oddly, they left the cameras and lights.