There were many calls of support from the assembled watchers and the atmosphere beckoned to Scott's inner impulses.One woman, in particular, caught hi... attention. The announcer had said that her name was Sara. Her brown eyes shown with an inner peace and happiness that made Scott feel a connection with her. He hoped he would see her again.As the event came to a close, Scott finally took a breath. He hadn't realized he'd been holding his breath or breathing shallowly the whole time. It was just. “You can put me down. I don’t need you to carry me.” She struggled a little but I held tight. Actually I held her a little tighter, pulling her to me tight.Damn him I can walk well maybe. Oh hell, forget it.“Your foot is bleeding and you do not need to walk on it. Just take it easy I am going to take you to the kitchen and wash it off then you can tell me where you have a bandage and then I will go.” I Looked at her and smiled.She was light in my arms and by the time we got to the kitchen. I waswearing the sophisticated little black dress that Julia, my imageconsultant, had picked out for the "elegant" section of the concert thatI had just completed. The rush of adrenaline pumping through my body wasat an all-time high again as I relished in the screaming and clapping ofthe crowd. I had just played two cover songs in a row, and I was aboutto drop into a third, yet they cheered just as hard as if the songs hadbeen my own.Once the crowd started to die down a bit, I turned to. She then slowly slid up and down and stimulated Mark enough for him to let her know. "Oh hell, Marsha, this is so exciting," he said."We ain't started yet, baby," Marsha said seductively before moving back fractionally and putting more pressure on. She then started moving from side to side and up and down as Mark's precum smeared on her black arse."I want you to cum on my big black ass when you are ready, sugar," said Marsha as she put more pressure on and moved faster."Yes, yes, I won't last.