Through my sex haze I saw Amy, still fingering herself, watching me open mouthed. I wondered what Mark thought, my son was out there somewhere, watchi...g his mother have the best sex of her life, and being paid for it. I wondered too what people would think when they watched the DVD, bet they wanked. I was nearing exhaustion. My legs were cramped. I couldn’t take much more, I hoped the fucking director would call for the guys to do their cum shots soon. I needn’t have worried. Linda had been. I just talked to my boyfriend," Jill answered wistfully, fresh tears coming to her lovely eyes."Aw, that's too bad. I know how you feel, dear. It's tough to be away from all your loved ones. Maybe you should just forget about that school and go home." No!" Jill shouted vehemently. Then, softening her tone, "I mean I couldn't bear to do that now, with only another six weeks to go. Besides, I'd feel like a real baby," she whined."Sure, sure. I understand, dear," the septuagenarian answered. She went through half of the movie and said “So how come this made you cum so hard?”As we were extremely frank on sexual matters I said “ I fantasized that you were having sex with another man.” “Really”, she exclaimed. “I know men can’t even tolerate another man even looking at their wives.”“That’s true.” I agreed “But the case is different here.”“So, what do you want me to do?” she looked straight in to my eyes.“Can you make this fantasy come true?”Are you sure you can handle it?” she asked.. This time I saw a guy I had met once or twice, going out the door. Linda had told me once before that he was one of the guys from another town that came here fairly regularly, and always left her a nice tip. I excused myself to go pee, and went to the door of the private dining room. It was very plush, and had two very nice sofas. I peaked through the curtains, and there was Linda. Her friend was sitting on the sofa, and she was in his lap. She was going up and down, riding him, with his cock.