“At certain times during the week you would be required to perform for an audience. You would wear a mask to hide your identity but that is all you ...ould wear. We have tested the market and there is a small band of both men and women who are interested in live shows. How do you feel about that?” I was a little uneasy but the fact that I would be anonymous allayed one fear. “I like the idea of my face being covered but would people pay to see a dog just hump me for a minute or so and then just. .." she moaned repeatedly.I looked between her spread things and saw the wetness there. She was dripping and quivering with need."So my little whore likes the belt does she?" I said. I passed the belt between her legs and under her and, with my hand, I pressed it up into her pussy. I pressed it hard into her, jiggling my hand and shoving the belt into her dripping cunt so hard I was lifting her knees up off the bed. She began humping the belt, moving her hips up and down and moaning louder."Are. All of a sudden, the $650,000 it would take to put a valid offer on the table in front of Delmer and deBoer began to sound like a bargain investment. But was it one worth taking advantage of? Would it be worth paying the interest needed to take full advantage of it, or do the administration and detail work involved? It was a damn good question, and he knew he wouldn't have an answer until he talked to Catalina, and probably not then.Still, he couldn't help but examine the options as he loaded. Tickling my anus as his thumbs slid past. Up and down. Tickling, Teasing. It made me want to feel him touching me there. I lifted my ass again. Tried to time it with the moment that his thumb-tip passed over my asshole. Giving him a message. His hand stopped where I wanted it.Pressed against my opening. Tight, but willing. Wanting to feel him press into it.He moved on. Teasing."You like that?" It feel nice." Against your little asshole?" Yes." Do you want to feel my finger there?"No reply..