Atlanta and I go back years, so when she texted that she d landed in São Paulo, I cleared my week before I d finished reading. Then came the second message: she had company with her, and I d approve. The company was Anaju, a platinum blonde with tattoos everywhere, and both turned up at my door in lace, Atlanta in lavender, Anaju in white. Lads, I barely had to say a word. Before I d even got onto the bed, the two of them were kneeling on it and kissing like I wasn t in the room. I ve always said this British redhead has the best ass in the business, and that afternoon she proved it by riding me while Anaju sat on my face, the two of them making out above my head. I m not walking you through the rest. I ll just say neither of them was ever left waiting, and I ve never been so outnumbered and so happy about it. Three cameras caught the lot: one by the window, one by the TV and one at the foot of the bed. It ends with the three of us in a heap on the sheets, laughing. All performers are
