“This looks good. How about some teen videos?”I conceded, and clicked the link. A 92% rated clip came up top, and looked good. I agreed with him, ...nd opened it. Immediately, a hot redhead in a tight tube-top appeared on a bed. Sexily, she started to strip the top off. Beautifully shaped breasts followed, crowned by ice-hard nipples. She rubbed the nipples enticingly, then bent over a stool nearby with her tight butt surrounding a perfectly fitting g-string. A man walked over and slowly pulled. ‘What…what are you doing here, Rod?’ she stammered. ‘You wanna have a beer with me?’ Rod asked. ‘Ah…Rod…you…you have to leave,’ Wanda said. She didn’t know why Rod was there and was afraid. If he’d raped one woman and shot at the cops like her husband said he did, then he was dangerous, and there was no telling what he’d do to her. Rod walked by her, into the living room. ‘Come on, baby, I don’t want to drink alone. You don’t mind having a beer with me, do you?’ he asked. He set the six-pack. My light colored pubic hairs stuck out from all angles and I struggled to remove my hands over my privates while he took pictures. My face was bright red and I felt so embarrassed. Still Wayne took pictures. After, it was over I got dressed and Wayne handed me an envelope with cash for the shoot. It was pretty good money for back in the early 1980's ..$50 bucks! Since there were no more appointments that day, Wayne sent me home. A few weeks went by and from time to time a model would not show. His cock felt large and long as it pushed deep in between my half open butt crack. I didn't move or say a word. I just kept loading up the dishwasher as if nothing had happened.About an hour later I could tell my son had been drinking, he was unsteady on his legs and his speech was slurred. I helped him into the kitchen and asked who had let him have a beer, he just laughed and said he had been collecting the half empty ones when he cleaned up and just poured them into a glass.I looked at his.