He spread his legs wide to give me a better view of him stroking his cock in that stall when I noticed his foot come under the divider; he was wearing...a pair of dark brown, newer Dingo boots. This was the mid 1980’s when country music was not cool, western wear was not fashionable but this fucking turned me on. This guy was a total dude, not some androgynous punk rocker or flitty, swishing hair dresser or any other stereotyped gay person of the times. My cock was rock hard, like blue steel,. He rubbed his length through his own plaid pajama pants as he played with her, desire growing in his brown eyes.He wanted something more tangible. Moving to lay on his side next to her, he slid his bulge against Anna's thigh. The friction of his thin pants on her thick thigh absolutely enticed him. He rubbed up against her and she didn't stir. How much would she be able to handle before finally waking up? His eyed wandered up and down her body. Her sleeping for was quite a sight to take in. Her. "OK. First we need to make a list of all the things we need to consider."Abigail just sat back and let his mind go. This was his plan, after all. She'd help where she could, but he seemed almost possessed. She couldn't remember a time he seemed so confident, so motivated, so invigorated. Dad has met his match, she thought. She just hoped that Jack's assessment of her father was accurate. Everything really hinged on that."Hello. Earth to Abbie." Jack was watching her. She smiled."I love you,. Ok lets go to the video recording studio. Theres a couple other ways to make money now too. Frank explained to her as he led the willing dimwit into a small room back behind the counter. There was a small four poster single bed in the center with the head up against the wall. Cameras on tripods were on both sides of the stained mattress and another small camera was mounted on the wall by the head to get face shots. White silk ropes with loops on the end were attached to the posters. Some ball.