Several thoughts pass through my head when i read this thread:

I picture some sex addict father of three from Sacramento sneaking out of the house on December 26, past open presents and an unlighted x-mas tree, at 5 am in the dark and tripping over the new tricycle he bought his 6 yr old daughter Ziva, and hauling ass down the 99 fwy, stopping in Bakersfield for lunch and to jerk off-but-not-to-completion (in order to get his gonads into overdrive for when he actually splooges), then hitting the road again and arriving 90 minutes early at the warehouse of the shoot...his wife has no clue, his kids just play and eat cookies and have no clue. He just fills some black void in his soul by doing this....

Seriously, who the fuck would do this the day after christmas???

Here's another question....there have been what, 40 American Bukkakes with 80 or so cum-drenched, morally bankrupt, desperate drug addicted whores (or what ever number...)???? What possible need/want/desire does seeing whore Number 81 covered in the splooge of total losers serve? What are you going to get out of it that the previous 80 haven't, or dont provide???