" I don't recall saying anything about wanting to flash anyone!" I lied, because playing up the reluctance seemed to fit with the fantasy. "You make a...valid point about creepy old guys, but I'm sick of walking, so promise me you won't make any excuses when we find a shop with a young hottie." Promise," she smiled. That was a pretty quick agreement; I got my first inkling that I was being set up.There was another shoe shop up ahead and I looked in as we passed the window. Empty: good. Half past. She was getting horny and started telling you bastard make me wet, make my slutty cunt give out loads of juice, I love this banana cock in my all holes, I am your slut from today,fuck me like anything,in any pose. I will give myself fully to whatever kind of fuck you want. She kept licking my balls,cock and giving blow job for about 15 minutes. Then I pulled her up and laid on bed. I placed finger in her pussy and tongue on clitoris. Slowly I increased my fingering pace and kept one more finger. Armisen began to take off his glasses. “No, no,” said Carson. “Leave them on. You’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 remote aside. He started to move his hips and roll his. "I just wish I had been in the room with you." "Who knows," Jenny mused. "Maybe one day." "So, you don't mind if I sell show seats to Harry and Tom?" John asked. "How much are you going to charge?" Jenny asked. "I was charging $20," John said. "But now there's two of us," Jenny said. "And they get to see more, don't they?" "I guess that's true," John said thoughtfully. "I think $35 each for the two of you would be fair, don't you?" "That sounds okay to me," Jenny agreed. "When should we.