But even though they said Homegrown couldn’t take the stage, Homegrown president Farrell Timlake didn’t hear them say he couldn’t take the floor... Making secret arrangements with the Palace management, and securing his friends in the band Crash Worship, whose reputation for lighting venues on fire and causing riots preceded them, a diabolical prank was conceived and executed. Besides chaotic music Crash Worship was known for unusual audience participation involving elaborate floats, for example. Tom feels oddly off balance, now that he is so much more top heavy, and their breasts smash together as they tightly hug each other and kiss. “Good girl, now would you like to help us with our sacrifice” she indicates the donkey still waiting patiently in the corner. “You’re gonna kill it!” Tom says, in between kissing her neck and shoulders. “No, one of us was going to sacrifice ourselves to the goddess of nature. Believe it or not, we were about to. What else have you got and my eyes flitted to the wardrobe. She smiled as my eyes had betrayed me and she opened the door. Hanging up were all my clothes and a bag full of dildos and vibrators. She looked at me and told me to dress up for her and made her way back into the lounge area. This was a first for me and I dressed up and put on the sluttiest clothing. Heels, stockings, mini dress, padded bra, crop top and blond wig. I walked out and they were there drinking another large drink. I stood. When I made it to the middle of the wall right across from the wash room and bathroom there was a table and two chairs for decoration or people to sit and wait. I decided to climb up on the chair to peek over the wall and see what he was doing. I saw that my step dad was watching the late night Spanish channel with those risky Latinas on it. I had also noticed he had his cock out stroking to them. I was so blown away at how big and thick he was. I had never ever seen one that big. Once I had.