The man just smiled as he looked at his wife and nodded. Two men quickly approached Jim and grabbed him by the arms. Jim struggled to get free. They...dragged him into another room. He saw a long rectangular wooden box on the floor. In front of them stood a woman that looked like a nurse. She had a small table on wheels beside her with numerous instruments on it. It looked like a coffin only it had several holes in it. He tried to dig his heels in, but it was useless. The men. "I knew you lied!" he accused. "There's nobody else... Tonight!" Th-That's right! And this is my home you've come busting into!" she hissed, aware that Charity was sleeping only a few paces away, in her bedroom."And we're going to have that little party!" he leered. "Right here!" No! No, W-We're not! I'm g-going to s-scream... call the p-police... a-and have you arrested f-for b-breaking in h-here... and t-trying t-to molest m-me!"He laughed a hard, brittle laugh. "Like hell! I'll tell them you. Wow mum, Id just locked myself out and needed somewhere to go, I hadnt gone far, what a welcome. Carol lowered herself down even more and brazenly started dry humping her son, rubbing her hot groin against the erection in his trousers. Their house was quite remote from others and where the car was parked, it was completely hidden from any window and so Carol felt totally secure in her environment and the evenings drinking was casting aside any inhibitions that what she was doing may be in any. He poured some whiskey and told me stories about his career, how much money he made, who he'd fucked, on- and off-screen, and some hilarious stuff behind-the-scenes. After about an hour, and a couple more drinks, I had a question."Did you start in gay porn?" Absolutely. And here's the thing, man: sex is sex. Porn is theater. You think I liked some of those women I fucked? No, man, I was acting. I'm not gay, but I had to act like it to get where I am today." He put on a DVD of him and another.