“Please make sure to put that back on when your done sir” came Artie’s voice. He must have installed an intercom at some point without my knowle...ge. The man nodded into the camera. He was a very heavyset fellow. He stood in front of me naked. His belly just about touching my face. I could see his cock and I thought “this won’t be too bad, his dick is really small.” Which made sense why he was here in the first place. Since Artie had a time limit for the first few hours, the man went behind me. He had his own little domain next door to the artists’ ‘green room’. He could hear the music and noise of the crowd, but was safely and securely insulated from it. It was his own private cocoon and no one entered unless he invited them. As he sat down on the soft, supple leather couch and let his thoughts wander back out front to where his friend sat on her stool listening to the concert, he wondered if it was time to issue an invitation. Would Andi come? Only one way to find out Alex thought,. Can you feel it? The slow, steady drag of air escaping from your parted lips, filling the expectant heavy atmosphere with the moisture of your desire. Can you feel the trembling of your skin and the fluttering of your eyelashes, as weighted by need they press down eager to caress your flesh? Can you taste the wetness pooling in your mouth as your tongue tip teases along the undulating ridge of exposed teeth before flicking further outwards to coat those soft lips in glistening saliva? Can you. 10 minutes later… Tabitha grunted into the ball gag they had roughly pulled into her mouth. One of the women, Paige the other woman had called her, had Tabitha pinned down on all fours behind the heavy wooden counter in the shop. Tabitha could feel Paige’s fingers gripping tightly in her long damp hair, forcing the side of her face down into the soggy bikini bottoms and top the women had ripped from her moments ago and thrown at her feet. Paige had taken charge, forcing Tabitha down onto her.