Finally, she started on the teens. "I need someone here at this table just reading or something."Deb raised her hand. "Will homework do? I brought an ...ssay I'm supposed to have done Monday and haven't had a chance to touch it tonight." Perfect! Sit here, facing the camera. When you're not actually doing your essay, you can dash a look at the kids, at the other background actors, just don't look bored and don't look into the cameras."Gus, who had a role as Candy Canyon's potential boyfriend, was. I worked at one of the restaurants at the park. Each section and restaurant of the park had a different manager. There was this one manager who i thought was cute in her face but as everyone knows wearing uniforms isnt the sexiest thing to wear. One day while I was at work the other manager came in wearing a tank top and these VERY short shorts. I mean her ass cheeks were like hanging out the back. And when I saw her ass it was huge. It made that little cuff at the bottom of each cheek every. There was blood, I noticed, but I didn’t mind.Then the next ritual took place. Starting with my mom, one by one, all knelt in between my legs and tasted, from the cup of my cunt, the honey-blood-semen syrup with the tip of their tongues. And my mom took me on to her lap; kissed all over my face, and wanted to know whether I had any pain. I said no.And I was laid again on my back and my real father i.e. Uncle Dev entered me. Mom and aunt were on either side of my wings, kneeling, and sucking. I was beyond tears. The water stung the bloody scrapes and gashes from beating on the railroad tie. My hands would be a bloody swollen mess when I did my show on Saturday. But what the hell. That's why I wore gloves on the show. I sat silently while Whitney pulled splinters from my hands and feet with a pair of tweezers, then dumped iodine over them. She wrapped my hands and feet in gauze. Not exactly the kind of professional job Dawn would do, but it stopped the bleeding. When she was sure I.