Jan. Week 3: Game of Thrones-Leah gets into the scene.

As Leah positioned herself before the lens, there was a momentary exchange where levity collided headfirst with humiliation. Mr. Baker’s smirk never faltered as he suggested they begin the “shoot” in his favored POV style, vividly illustrating his insatiable greed for control over the narrative and scene alike.

"Of course my lord." she said with an over-dramatic curtsy. He smiled a toothy grin as he steadied the camera in his hands. Then with a resigned roll of her eyes that could rival any of Daenerys Targaryen's icy stares, Leah cralwed up on the bed with him, ready to perform like an actor resigned to their fate. He was already hard for her, he had likely been thinking about this all damn day. He took his cock in her hands and stroked him slowly.

Then she performed for the camera, licking Mr. Baker up and down his shaft her eyes locked on the camera's aperture her gaze directly into the heart of its viewer and seemingly beyond--Mr. Baker.

"Oh shit yes...damn..." he said, resisting the urge to cum right then and there. She made him so damn hard it was always a balance of excitement and strange professionalism to try and resist long enough for a good filming.

Leah licked his head and took his sensitive tip into her mouth, her tongue playing under his stiffness's most sensitive area.

"By the old gods you really are good at that UGH!" he croaked out before biting his tongue.

"You know nothing Mr. Baker." Leah said, pausing to follow up with the classic phrase before move her lips back to his cock. His groans of pleasure acted as white noise in the debased filming they were doing--it made it a bit easier for her to suck and lick and stroke.

Before Mr. Baker felt himself about to explode he slowed her down with a gentle touch of his hand on her shoulder.

"Let's change things up." he murmured breathlessly as Leah extricated her mouth from his throbbing manhood.

"What position do you want me in?" She asked.