As they reached me I stretched my arm our to caress; I was immediately slapped “You are not allowed to touch” Sarah scolded. They were writhing a...round in front of me dancing beautifully and seductively to the rhythm of the music. They turned to face each other fondling each other’s breasts; kissing and swaying together. They came round either side of the armchair and leaned across me kissing each other passionately. Their breasts were right by my face and I could see that their nipples were. I have to pay the bills somehow.Besides, what's it too her that I do what I do? She doesn't know the hours I put in the gym, toning my body to perfection. She doesn't know how it's like performing before a bunch of salivating men. Its hard work. Why should she care what its all for?But she does care. She surely pity's me for using my body and not my mind. How loving of her. But that's where her love ends, I'm sure of it.In her eyes I'm nothing but a snake, a heathen snake. She's seen right. But I know just the thing for you. It's flavorful and full of anti-oxidants." He waved to a waiter who had joined Marietta on the veranda. "André, would you get the young lady a Kir, and ask Tommy to fortify it with a splash of Absolut."He turned his attention back to Flag Girl. "Now, we're all very eager to hear why you came here, and why you climbed over the fence instead of ringing at the front gate." Well," said Flag Girl, "I came looking for Bren... I mean Ms. Americana. Someone told me. I thought he was going to go to the room that he used to share with Mom like he usually did, but that night he decided to come to my room instead.Dad pushed my door open abruptly. "Hey, pussy are you awake?"I pretended to be asleep, but Dad staggered over to my bed."Hey faggot, wake up!" he had pulled my bedspread back, revealing my underwear-clad body."What is it, Dad?" I asked, pretending to be just waking up."Man, I’m horny. I gotta get my rocks off tonight, or I’m gonna go crazy," he said.I.