My head wanted him to stop, but it wasn’t in control. What was wanted more.Willow returned with two buttons unbuttoned from the top and with her bal...ed up bra and panties in her hand. She put the wad on the table, but that wasn’t enough for Brock.“Spread them out. I want to see if they are as sexy as the ones you wore last night.”It was some of the ‘more’ my darkness wanted, and she practically covered the table with spread out sheer enticement. When she finished, Brock picked up her panties. He had no intention of purchasing anything but moreover he didn't even understand the function of the majority of the trinkets he came across. He made his way through the aisles, picking up and investigating random baubles and toys. Some were simple spinning tops or pendulums while others seemed to operate in ways James couldn't comprehend. One such object was fully black cube that was set in a bowl continuously rolling around with no sign of slowing down. One vial James picked up nearly burned. It suddenly occurred to me that I can't do this. I can't dance! I've only ever danced in the privacy of my bedroom in front of my mirror!Jo and Kara came to a stop when I did. They turned to look at me and I whispered, "I can't dance!"They smiled and Jo said, "Not a problem."Not for them maybe! But it sure as hell is for me! They began leading me out onto the stage again and this time, despite my mounting terror I allowed it to happen.As soon as the men saw us a loud cheer went up. The room. That was my excuse for not watching it.Like professional wrestling; the k**s all love it, and everybody else says that it's fake.Whenever I watched porn I thought about other sexual events that I made up in my head, not what I was watching.I hated porn. I wanted something more stronger than the porn that was available to me.I watch it for a little while and then I threw it in the trash. I was struggling with the devil, but I was also the devil.I want the world of sexual hedonism, but I want to.