Helena gagged as the second cock of the day slid into her mouth.  She tried to relax her jaw, to let him in without straining or fighting, but the size and movement brought a surge of panic.  For a brief moment she feared he was going to bury himself into her throat.  Only when he stopped, the length running over her tongue, the tip pressing against her throat, did the panic start to fade.  It was not a great position to suck from, but she forced herself to lick and bob her head as much as she could despite his grip.  It wasn't a particularly good blowjob but then, it was supposed to be for the camera.  The movement, the painted lips stretched around the dark, thick, rod as inches more separated them.  It was probably a good shot if nothing else.<br/><br/>She could feel Trev mauling her beast, his fingers squeezing, lifting, and kneading the soft globe.  It was an uncomfortable sensation made worse by being unable to see him.  The loud smack caught her by surprise, a sharp jab of pain shooting through her body as the heavy swell bounced and settled with a particularly enticing jiggle.  She jerked at the same time, her head yanking back only to be caught by Jamal's hands.<br/><br/>Out of the corner of her eye she could see the cameras.  She knew it was all being filmed, she knew she was supposed to act.  Unsure what else to do, she twisted and bounced her body as if struggling.  The movement served to cause her breasts to bounce and sway.