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"Fine, but don't tell Mom," Carla said, taking a big gulp of wine.

"I can be very discreet," he says, smiling.

"So after you left, I decided to go and get a new toy as my current one wasn't up for the job," she said, looking away from him as she spoke.

"So I found a shop and," she began.

"Wait, wait, so you were so horny from me that you had to go upstairs to get off?" Roy excitedly said, a bit too loudly.

"Shush," Carla said, patting his arm.

"But it is true, though," he said, relaxing back into the sofa. "You know you could have just told me and I would have rocked your world right there and then."

"Do you want me to continue or not?" Carla asked, not responding to him.

He smiled, now knowing the effect he had on her.

"Please continue," he said, his hand really rubbing the inside of her thigh now.

Carla, red in the cheeks after basically admitting that her mother's boyfriend had gotten her very horny, continued.

She continued to tell Roy, who listened intently, about her time at the store. Meeting Crystal, going into the back room to try out the toys.

"Wow!" Roy exclaimed. "I can't believe that you went into the back and played with yourself. I don't think every customer gets that treatment. She must have seen how hot you are and let you play."

"Roy!" Carla said, nudging him in the side, annoyed at the interruptions.

"I've gotta get a job in a sex shop," he mused. "Ok, continue, please," he added, seeing that Carla was beginning to get rather annoyed and wanting to hear the rest of the story.

Carla finished her story, brushing past some of the more intimate details, despite Roy wanting to have more graphic explanations.

She just finished telling him about how Crystal had told her that people watched her on the screen in the store.

"What!?" Roy said, almost **** as he got the words out. "Wow, that sneaky, sneaky woman," he said. "I like her."

"Yeah, you would love her," Carla said, pinching his hand.

"But it worked, though," he said.

"Huh?" Carla replied.

"She got you to get out of your shell and experience new things," he said. "You wouldn't have ever done that, but now that you have experienced it, you won't be as uptight about having more experiences."

"That's pretty much what she said."

"See, great minds," he smiled.

"Well, after I got over the terror, it was actually pretty hot that they watched. I must admit it turned me on thinking about it."

"See, you just need to come out of that shell and embrace it," he replied.

"Crystal said they all really enjoyed it as well. Even wanted to come in and join me," Carla smiled.

"How could they not?" Roy said. "Such a hot piece of ass as you," both hands freely groping her body

Carla didn't stop him, she liked it. He touched her in such a dominant and confident manner that she liked.

He continued to paw away at her body, neither saying anything for a while.

"You know I'm something of a performer myself," he said quietly.

"Oh yeah, is this where you tell me what stud you are?" Carla smirked.

"I'm serious," he said. "I'm what you might call an erotic artist."

Carla burst out laughing. "Erotic artist?"

"You might call it that," he said calmly.

"So what are you, a porn star then?" Carla laughed.

Roy sat stoically.

"Oh my God! Are you?" Carla gasped.

"I told you, I'm an erotic artist," he said.

"What does that even mean?" Carla asked, confused.

If not a pornstar, was he an artist? Her mom had never mentioned what his job was, nor had she asked her before. Carla thought it through, trying to work out what he meant.

As she was thinking, Roy began to explain.

"It's better if I show you," he said, getting his phone out. "I mean, if you can handle it," he said, his cocky smile back.

"Hey, you have me intrigued now, you're damn right I can handle it," she confidently replied.

"Ok, you asked for it," he said, showing her his phone screen.

Carla gasped. "Wow! I wasn't expecting that," she said, eyes glued to the screen.

"I told you," he said.

"Is that really you? Wow!" Carla said quietly.

What Roy was showing Carla were photoshoots he had done. They showed him in all his glory in various poses. Also, some pictures were of him and a woman posing together, both very naked.

"Is that even real?" Carla asked. "Or is it a prop?" Carla was referring to Roy's massive endowment that she could see in Roy's photos.

"Oh, it's real alright," he laughed. "Want me to prove it?" Roy said, standing up.