And so she shopped at Gucci and Justin got ?nigga? dick up his fourteen year old ass five to fifteen times every single day. They used the boy every ...hich way. His six back up dancers shot their spunk into his throat just before every concert to give the boy’s voice that sexy thick coated quality. U. sent friends and business partners back after every concert to slam their dicks into the kid’s poor raped asshole. Sometimes it was so bad, Justin could not walk for days. His tender asshole was. 1996. RACHEL BABYLON lies across her bed carefully cutting a photograph of feminist pornstar turned performance artist Annie Sprinkle from a book about Angry Women. In this photograph (by Eric Kroll) Annie Sprinkle poses as 1/2 Slut and 1/2 Goddess with tassles on her breasts and a sex-toy clutched in each hand. RACHELs bed is covered in the debris of her efforts to put together the latest issue of her fanzine *Venus-In-Flares*. The rest of the room is in just as much of a mess. There are. "Yeah..." he sighed, disappointed as always. "Sorry." You need to find a girlfriend is what you need to do honey... You are almost 19 after all." I said softly, shuddering in guiltless pleasure as I mentioned his impending birthday with my wet cunt tight around my busy finger."You always say that... I'm not interested in anyone mom." he responded"No one?" I said, tilting my head to the side so my wavy red hair dangled down even further. My nipples were clearly visible through the silky. I maintained my velocity as they approached. They buzzed around me at a distance of not much over a hundred feet, the cameraman filming me from various angles. I waved, and out of habit, pointlessly smiled.One of the pilots decided it was safe to edge closer, moving into formation fifty feet to my left, the other staying about hundred feet above and to my right.Both choppers had two people in them, a pilot and cameraman. I couldn't tell how excited they were, as they were both belted firmly.