Barbie Jo Adventures Part 5

"Oh yes, go for it, please!" Spider exclaimed.

"Come on Barbie Jo, I'd love to watch you perform," Travis pleaded.

"Allan has a set all geared up in the basement we can use, let's go," Dallas seemed to order.

Everyone got up and headed to the basement, I still sat there stunned at what was happening. I didn't want to do this, but Barbie Jo was aching to have Harley fuck her in front of everybody, and have it video taped. Harley sat next to me, waiting for me to make my decision, not pressuring me. That reassured me he was not out to hurt me, I slowly got up, looked at him, and said, "I want to suck your big cock!"

"Are you sure?" He said, as he stood up.

"I'm sure; just don't choke me with that monster." I hooked my fingers in the top of his jeans and led him out of the room. He put his hand on my bum, lifting up my skirt.

In a room in the basement, Allan had a round table that was waist high in the middle of the room. Hanging off two walls were blue sheets that draped down onto the floor. Opposite the blue sheets were light stands and white umbrellas to diffuse the light. Piled on the floor, around the lights were kid's toys. On the walls that were bare, were pictures of animals, butterflies, alphabet letters and numbers. Obviously, this was normally a kid's playroom, turned into a movie sex set. Dallas had the kit bag from the trunk of his car and was pulling his video camera and tripod from it. I could tell these guys knew what they were doing, and wondered how many sex videos were made here.

Spider was sitting in an easy chair, his huge beer belly spilling into his lap. He was holding a mirror and chopping up a big pile of coke. Dutch and Travis were sitting on what appeared to be a kid's toy box, another reminder of the contradiction this room exudes; a kid's playroom by day, an adult's playroom by night. Allan was not in the room, I didn't know where he was.
Spider motioned me over to him, "Here sexy, have a couple lines. It will put you in the mood." As I bent down and snorted up four good size lines. He said, "I can't wait for my turn." I looked at him, puzzled by what he meant. I assumed he was referring to his turn snorting up the coke.