I turned to my director Seth and nodded telling him to get started.
He directed them to the spots on the set in front of the camera.
We were working with a basic bedroom set up for these shots.
"Show me what you got." My voice wavered from my spot once they were standing at the end of the bed.
Edward made eye contact with me for a split second before his hands went to Ang's face and his attention was on her.
I seemed to blink and Ang was naked sprawled out along the bed.
I swore I saw Edward's eyes flick to mine before his tongue reached out and licked along her folds.
I couldn't tell you if the moan that followed came from Ang or myself.
Every grunt.
Every moan.
Every giggle.
Every facial expression that followed from the time they started to the time Edward was jerking himself off on to Ang's tits as she kneeled below him, would be burned into my bean fiddling bank for the rest of my life.
As Seth called a finish to the set I took a deep breath.
I glanced at my blackberry and saw that nearly 90 minutes had passed.
It didn't pass my notice that Edward hadn't even needed to be fluffed once.
I was so screwed.
Or so I could hope.