Armisen’s red baseball cap, perched like a crown on his head. Armisen began to take off his glasses. “No, no,” said Carson. “Leave them on. Yo...’re not gonna want to miss the show.” Armisen smirked and sipped on his wine, his thirst only growing. The log in his lap swelled and fell, sighing deeply. Carson stood on top of the coffee table, and for the first time Armisen had to tilt his head to see him. With one flick of his wrist, slow, sexy RnB music came oozing out of the TV. Carson tossed the. "Wanna make a few bucks, k**?" Well, yea, OK. I don't suck dick, though, just so you know." Sure, no problem. How much?" Twenty. Up front." Damn, man!"Ronnie was silent."Well, ok, you're pretty cute. My car's parked over here. We'll go to my house, ok?"Ronnie agreed and went to the car with the man. He got his money when they got in. The man drove out of the Quarter making Ronnie doubt his street smarts. He didn't know his way around the rest of the city and he had no idea where he was when. Because those boys that get here - well, you know them. Boys will be boys. And I think I want to see you with a man’s cock between those plump little cheeks.” Snick, snick, snick, went the scissors. In minutes, the scissors were dull and Tim was naked, spread eagled, and gagged. “Oh, Christ, you look good,” The hoarse voice laughed. “Can’t want until those kids get here with the camera and start filming. We’ll plaster you all over the internet. Maybe sell a few copies on the side. You know,. My vision was partially blocked by my sister Ashley's naked body over mine. I tried to move my arms, but my dressing gown had been pulled up and over my head, pinning my arms in the sleeves. I felt my sister's lips kissing my stomach and pubic area with her little hands probing my crotch. My one leg was off the side of the couch, touching the floor and the other wrapped up in the blanket and tucked into the cushions of the couch. I heard the man speaking softly to Ashley telling her to spread.