I left that scene to pull on my clothes, race over to make-up, and shoot a scene in the show I was in. One of the girls in the scene did me better, sh... pulled on her clothes, and ten minutes later was in a live stage production of some Shakespeare play. People didn't realize that only a few minutes before she'd been exercising her lungs, and her female parts, on a different stage.That brought home to me the utter necessity of my getting laid on even a semi-regular basis. To be frank, I needed. With my mind full of many thoughts, I wandered into my dressing room and slumped down onto the chair. I suppose I best tell you all about me. I was 20 years old and I had been dancing since before I can remember. I did all sorts of dancing, I didnt care what style it was, I loved it all. Mum used to say I danced before I could walk and talk! My Mum was amazing, she supported my dancing the best she could, always working double shifts to pay for the lessons and coming to watch my every show.. She mentioned to Dave, “Dave you do know this may not end up the way you like!” Dave nodded his head as he knew this could all back fire on him. He thought about the negative possibilities, but his cock got hard every time he thought about the positives. The next night Dave and his beautiful wife Kelly drove to the small abandoned warehouse. It looked almost creepy as they pulled up. It was dark as the older gentlemen greeted them both at the door. Dave paid him his money and signed a waiver. There was no fatty tissue to sink your lips into, and certainly no length to masturbate. Also absent was the musty manly smell that I enjoyed so much, as well, lacking the pubic hair that tickled my nose and those loose pesky ones that stuck to the tongue or roof of my mouth.Regardless, I did my best to please Zane who was very eager to be pleased. He rocked his hips and held my head in both hands sometimes grasping my hair and purred like a kitten. Claus let out a barrage of obscenities.