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Ruby Red Lips and Labia, a Citroen DS, & The Rolling Stone’s Logo
After the wild heightened sexual debauchery of the acting fraternity, we vowed to be a little more careful in their company in the future. We got back to our hotel and prepared to head back to London, that night though Sandra felt a need to cling to me, being jumped by the women and finding us both helpless to resist had triggered some fears. As a couple we were very liberal but felt that we could not go fully with the S & M scene, dressing up we could understand but being tied up and utterly vulnerable and exposed left us in danger. The actors had a point about what we had written but it was only supposed to be in the context of their drama. We were becoming celebrities and although we wrote this sort of scene we could not afford for footage of that sort to get put out and ruin everything we had worked for.
We showered together as normal and packed our luggage, took breakfast in the hotel restaurant and I suggested that I show her around Chelmsford after returning the hired Jeep. We planned to lunch at a French brasserie I knew of and could take the train back to the west end of London later, that way going against the flow of people returning from work on their commute. The weather was still hot, and I wore shorts and a polo shirt with my favorite deck shoes that Sandra had bought me. Sandra looked stunning as usual with a long…
