>>212719646 (OP)I can actually answer this one. I was an intern on the set of Match Point in London back then and I was holding one of the rain hoses in this scene and noticed Scarlett's thong riding up like that and immediately knew what I was going to do. Once the scene wrapped, I waited for Scarlett to emerge from her trailer in dry clothes and when the coast was clear I snuck inside. Her soaked wardrobe was in a pile on the make-up counter, so I quickly rummaged through it until I found my prize. I carefully dropped it into a plastic baggie with a zip seal and stashed it in my pocket. I then brought a clean thong I had pilferred from the wardrobe closet, ran it under the sink to get it wet, and then put that inside the jeans in the laundry pile. When I emerged from Scarlett's trailer, a crewmember was walking by so I asked them if Scarlett had left for the day as if I was merely looking for her for work related reasons. Then I went home, my heart pounding, knowing what I had stashed in my pocket. Once I was alone in my flat, I took the thong out of the plastic baggie and looked it over. The back was completely soaked through with the fake rainwater from the scene, but the front was dry, protected by her jeans I suppose. There were even a few stray pubes, between blonde and light brown. But the best part was the gusset, which was also completely soaked, but not by rainwater. The slime was incredible, and recent enough that some of it still retained a greasy white colour where it was thickest. I had to fight the urge to immediately put the crotch into my mouth and devour that feminine discharge... I wanted to take my time. But what I didn't have to wait for was the odour, which was wafting up into my nose and making me dizzy. I put my nose closer to the bodily fluid and sniffed each part, appreciating the subtle woman musk at the front, the decadant sexual pungeancy of the gusset, and the slightly nutty aroma of the thong which had been rubbing against her anus.
