CHAPTER 3: ACTION..................
RIVKA WAS WAITING FOR HIM in the garden. “You’re five minutes late!” Her timing was always so impeccable, every fibre of her being so tick-tock English that Baxt could correctly time his watch according to the number of thrusts it took to bring her to climax.
Dan was inside prepping the camera. He was Baxt’s age; all muscle, with short cropped blond hair, wearing only a pair of black sports shorts and a gold chain that hung round his neck, laying heavily across his gym-sculpted chest.
The three of them had talked animatedly about starting their own amateur pornographic website. It will be easy, they said in unison. Baxt has a couple of good cameras, Rivka’s got plenty of contacts at her strip club in Soho, reasonably attractive ladies who won’t mind a
