Marcus, our director was yelling, “We start in 5 minutes?”Everywhere around us you could hear, “Thank you, 5.”In five minutes our assistant st...ge manager, which used to be me, but now was Wally Newberry, announced, “PLACES, EVERYONE.”The orchestra was finishing its myriad of sounds that typically happen just before a performance. The conductor, Jose Mitchell, tapped his baton on his music stand, raised his arms and the Prologue started. I knew that it took three minutes fifty-one seconds, so I. Where she was on the computor with her frinds and she keept typeing till I took my arm and pulled her into a liying position and started to kiss her slipping my toung into her mouth and then started to put my hand down her panties. She made a slight moan as I rubed her slit and then i put my finger into her wet pussy and started finger fucking her. She moaned ass i went faster and fast soon she took off her shirt to revile she wasent wearing a bra and i stopped kissing her and moved my assalt. . please no…” she begged him again and again,“don’t….” still shaking from what he’d done to herand unable to believe she was here on her knees, aboutto be fucked by a stranger and feeling so helpless asthis much stronger person just had the power to do whathe wanted to her, ruin her clothes, take her for hisown pleasure and make her love every minute of it!She started beating the sand furiously with her hands,trying to crawl away from her attacker, but. She wasn't as brave this week as the week before - she started moaning after only a couple of spanks, and quickly started sobbing before Pete was even half done.Still, he scrupulously counted out thirty swats and then stopped. Lana was sobbing freely and continued to cry over his knee. Pete looked at the rosy color he had brought to Lana's posterior. As he did, he saw also see the glistening of her pussy lips. He thought to himself that clearly, she'd remember this evening in more than one.