Once I got past all the legal bullshit the questions were kind of fun to answer. Yes I understood that any payment would be in the form of royalties f...or an artistic performance in a documentary (there’s that word again) and not payment for sexual activity. Of course to be fair to them chances are whatever passes for cops in this town must have been by here more than once. And from the looks of everyone around here I’m sure homeland security’s been by as well. But once we cleared that hurdle it. But I'm Vicky, and as my usual thoughts about being Vicky permanently flash through my head, I can't help wishing I had always been a girl. These thoughts are interrupted by something I've tried to put out of my mind since we started walking back. I've kissed with my uncle, and then jerked his cock, and now he is taking me home, but does he really expect me to suck him off?! Vicky is scared, but deep down would it be so bad? Okay I don't fancy my Uncle, but I like the way he has treated me.. They would want sex, but all penetration was with a condom. That was a rule of the house. She would be expected to do oral. She had never done that, not even with her husband. Sandy said, not to worry. If she decided to join them, Sandy would pick one of their regulars who was sympathetic and gentle to lead her through things. He would, Sandy said "Break her in gently". It was getting late. The k**s would be out of school soon, Joan would have to go and would let Sandy know when she had thought. Something David enjoyed on those time “Aunty was visiting”. I hesitated and he said he would pay $300 so I joyfully sucked him off. He howled and screamed and shout “Oh fuck yes” which re-enforced his comment that his wife didn’t do it. I told David when he came back and was nice enough to lick my pussy until I had an orgasm. I didn’t tell him how much of a mouthful the guy was. Guys get very “thing” about size.Back on the internet and we scrolled a few more possibles. I reminded him about what.