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YOU MAY SCREAM NOW
(Kim Hardwick)

Gail Turso was easily one of the most striking and beautiful women I've interviewed yet.  At forty one, she was also the oldest; however, I knew her age only by looking at her resume.  Absent that, I would have bet everything I owned on the fact that she was only about thirty or thirty four, at the most.  Talk about lucky genetics; lucky in all respects except one.  She was a fat pig. 

"Very interesting background, Gail.  In your resume, it shows that you did some off Broadway, as well as some television jobs.  That's very important; most people tend to freeze up or act differently when knowing that a camera and cameraman is tracking their every move."

"Yes, it was a temporary role with a daytime soap opera; several commercials along the way."  Her smile was truly captivating.  Clear skin, luxurious hair; her breasts were ample and provided the merest hint of engorged nipples.

"Gail, I'm a man who believes in directness; frankness and honesty over vagueness and bullshit.  The films I produce-strike that.  I am well known for creating artistic films dealing with the sado masochistic lifestyle.  I am famous and have enjoyed considerable financial rewards from the art.  My films essentially deal with the same plot line.  A woman comes face to face with a practioners of the art and discovers her secret desire to become a part of the life style.  In my films, the women, the actresses, are bound and restrained and are subjected to the typical sessions one finds.  For example, whipping, caning and such."  I leaned back to gauge her response.  

"Is it like the scene from Pulp Fiction with the man covered in latex?"  She thrust out her breast and I could see a pronounced erection of her nipples.

"Something like that.  Although I don't deal with the gay side of the genre, yes, it's similar to that scene in Pulp Fiction."  I gave her a knowing smile.  She smiled back and it seems that we had reached an accord.  I am certain, though, that her idea of what was expected of her was nothing more offensive than perhaps showing her breasts and being tied up.  Silly girl

"Wow, Marcus, this wooden pony feels nice.  I like how it rubs my clit the right way."  She giggled as I set her firmly in place.  I smiled back, wondering what I enjoyed more; the act of physically ravaging these innocent looking doe eyed women and their soft, feminine flesh, or witnessing their screams for mercy and forgiveness for sins they never committed.  Tough call.

"Gail, I am going to tie up your arms to the rope you see hanging to your sides.  This is to maintain balance and also to further the illusion of the audience regarding your lack of free will."  I've given this speech so many times; I can almost recite it in my sleep.  I now wait for the woman to be totally helpless before showing her my real toys.

Looking down at me with her nipples distracting me with their extreme length, Gail's smile was both broad, and wholesome.  She was settling down to engaging in some old fashioned sex.  Stupid whale.