I blushed some more and said, 'in what boat do you want to do it?' and he said, 'yours is bigger, more private'. So we got into my boat and immediatel... went to the bed room, that i always keep up (for this sort of occasion) and I undressed to naked, opened my girl drawer and let him choose what he wanted to see me in. It was black lacy lingerie, he loves most.When i was dressing up, he took pics, also wanted me to model, which i did. Then he asked if it's ok to film me. I was too drunk to. ?Timothy Jones.? The intercom came back on. ?Please remove all your clothes now. You are nothing but a thief and liar who have stolen thousands from the company pension plan. Yes, you Tim. You been fucking your secretary at work daily and dominating your wife at night. Hurry up, pig and get undressed so everyone can see your little wimpy cock you are so proud of. You may leave by pushing the button by the door if you like, but your affairs with the company will be reported unless you do. Hell, I grew up with most of them, so they basically were my family. The only family I had left. After much persuading, I caved in and decided to keep the carnival going. Despite my reservations, I realized that it wasn’t just about me now. I held the fate of the lives of these people in my hands. I thought back to when Artie had brought me back after all those years. They all welcomed me back like I was truly missed. There was no malice in their words, or pitiful glances cast at me because. Normally I wouldn't, but I felt a little unsettled by his continued grunting. "Those aren't the sounds someone makes when they masturbate, are they?" I wondered, but I only had my moans to compare it to, and not many of those as of lately. If he wasn't masturbating, though, then what was he doing? My mind swirled with possibilities, none good - he could be laying on the floor, hurt! I didn't want to jump to conclusions based only on the sounds he was making, but I had to check, especially if.