“I think we should have the boys over for a poker night and watch this” Antonio said. He pulled the camera off the mount and leaned back filming...me as George told me to get on all fours and poke my ass out for him. I did as I was told and he came up behind me and spit on my asshole. I flinched as he swirled a finger around on it. I liked it at first but then realized what was about to happen. I cried out “no, no,…please don’t please don’t please” As he worked a finger in my ass. It. " My words were brash and non-suave as my anticipation and hormones overpowered my vocabulary. She obliged again and after pushing the clothes aside, laid on her back in front of me... her legs spread wide open, pussy bare... just for me. I had asked her if she was ok with me taking some pictures and she had said "that's fine, as long as they don't end up on the internet"... so at this point I decided to snap a shot of her, legs spread, awaiting my cock. Then one of my cock hard and lined. I looked at all the porno videos, trying to look casual. There I was ‘shopping’ like anywhere else, except everyone here has sex on the brain, want to either get it or give it. At the time it was enough of a wild turnon for me to be seen in such a place, go into a booth, and blow my load. When they see you come out, they KNOW what you did. Why you were here. Both a bit unnerving and exciting at once. I mean, really this is NOT like any other place you shop.Wandered to the back – wahts there,. Now a days folk can’t even whip their kids at home. No wonder this generation is shit.”About that time calls of “lazy” and “slackers” started coming from the machine center prompting Bruce to go shut Sal up. I returned to my task wishing the day would hurry up and be over.After work, I walked out to my truck and turned on my cell phone. I had one text from my daughter, Becky. It simply said:“@Sarah’s.”I knew where I was picking her up now.Every morning she leaves our house in Deer Park with me..