The manager sighed, “I tried, but seriously, Allan, I’ve arranged a publicity thing for tonight—“ “Great time to tell me,” Allan jerked hi... wheelchair away from the mirror and glared up at his manager. “There’s this little girl, her mother played for the Symphony of something. Her father does janitor work, I think. Anyway, it’s her birthday – the girl, and you are her hero. God only knows why.” “Enough commentary,” he snapped back, “What is it? Pictures? Dedicating a piece to her? Autograph or. ...." I make a sound of refuse, but it quickly turned into a moaning sound as my wet sissy clit becomes hard."You are such a slut. Look at you, everybody is looking at you and you become so excited. You cheap slut may actually earn me some money. Now, move your right middle finger onto your sissy clit. You can only masturbate by rubbing yoruself with this finger. If you cannot cum, you cannot cum tonight again. Now, do it." she said.Being horny for a evening, I rub on my sissy clit without. Wait..."You mean...?" My eyes were going wide, "But isn't that kind of...youknow..."He turned around and stepped into the water, rinsing off the soap, "Hey,don't worry about it. This is just what friends are for."I swallowed, my mouth dry even with the steam all around, "Are you sure?You're sure? Super sure?" Look, do you want to suck my cock or not?"And there it was. The question froze me like a deer in the headlights,but I could feel the answer building up inside of my tummy,. That glimpse at a barren future fed her resolve; she would try to get some guarantees, but would make the attempt, rather than fritter it away. Shutting off the water, she reached for a towel. Things weren't silent; Boris was still around, apparently, singing some gruff song in his gravelly voice -- still in the shower, apparently. No need to get dry, then... Carrying the towel, she headed for the men's showers.Boris had moved on, mentally -- he was lustily singing an old Georgian drinking song.