Chapter 9
The rain and the clouds had blown away and the sunlight was crisp and clear. Barbara was surrounded by the bustle and tension of the motion picture set, but it didn't excite her. The lovely blonde logged the next shot and then got up from her chair and began to walk.
It was better when she kept busy or moving. But even as she paced, Barbara was reminded of the twisted, unreal night that she'd spent in Sam Spealman's trailer. Every time that she moved, the script girl could feel the raw, sore pull of her badly loosened anus, it was better now, last night she'd been afraid that it would never close, but it was tighter now and except for the soreness she felt almost normal. The tiny pains around her ravaged rectal opening brought on memories and the blonde couldn't stop her min
