"I thought not," she says over her shoulder as she hurries out of the room. It doesn't take much set up to get the recording program open and ready.
"I've got it!" Lauren announces triumphantly as she races back into the room, holding the purple vibrator like an Olympic torch. I put a cardboard box on a chair at the foot of the bed and position my MacBook on top of it, raising it to the perfect height.
"We don't want it on the bed because as you move around you'll shake the camera," I tell her as she lies on the bed and scoots her bottom closer to the computer. I adjust the screen until the camera is pointing at her p***y.
"Good thinking," she smiles as we both look at the screen to see how she looks.
"I think you're a little close," I say. "I mean, if you want it to look like Rachel's
