You smile and tell me I’ve been a very good girl. You go to the kitchen and return with glasses and a bottle. “I hope you’re still going to be a...good girl after this!” you say handing me a full glass of my favourite. I don’t answer but the voice in my head, the one that tells me not to oblige so much, says “and if I don’t?” In my head I hear your response. “Naughty girls don’t get cock” and it’s in that damn tone again. I smile to myself and wonder whether I really might have finally crossed a. The band set up and the sound guys did checks all over the seating area. They were injecting white noise through speakers and reading sound pressures everywhere. When they were satisfied they had the keyboard guy do some riffs followed by the lead guitar, the rhythm guitar and vocalist, the bass player, and then the drummer. He had to muffle down a little as the stage was reflecting his sound a lot.This was something I knew about. I had played in a band throughout junior high and high school.. " A little I suppose. But that can be good sometimes. As a way to put all your problems in perspective. There's no drug or stimulant anywhere near as good as sexual release while surrounded by the stars." There's more to it than just release though, isn't there?" Marcus asked, "I mean, you have a lot of sex." I have a lot of problems." Maybe ... maybe I could help you with that?" Marcus' voice was just a whisper now, but Jane wasn't quite sure how to take his words. Did he mean what they were. I felt her ass twitch and then she began to ever so slightly fuck herself on my cock. She again moaned “Oh baby…that feels so good to have you in me”. As she went up and down a little higher, I reached out and took her cock in my hand. “Yessss.” she moaned as I tightened my grip slightly. I held my hand steady so now as she rode up and down on my cock, she also jacked her cock with my hand. “Oh my god, this is incredible,” she groaned as she moved up and down farther and faster on my cock..