These were true professionals who were all about the show. The show was at the state park. There was no seating, just a vast field at one end and the ...assive stage on a small rise at the other. The concert would go well into the night and Chrissie stayed the entire day to learn the lighting with the help of one of the professionals there.The biggest event of the afternoon was the pianist. He had apparently petitioned the Gilchrist council for the right to play piano with the orchestra which. The bodyguard told us to follow him and he took us to a front cordoned-off area where only the dignitaries were allowed. He leaned over and spoke directly into my ear. "You'll be safe here. Don't go anywhere. When the show is over, I'll escort you out. Niki wants to speak with you."I now had a chance to see if Pam was okay."Tom, I never imagined this would happen. I'd hate to be such a public person and have to endure this every day. How does she do it?" I don't know. We could have been injured. He closed his lips around her, and sucked as hard as he could. Suddenly, the unyielding door gave way, the woman’s arm twisted behind her back to manipulate the knob, and the two tumbled into the space of the entranceway. The door slammed shut behind them, and the observer watched on as the passion they displayed outside turned ferocious in the supposed seclusion of the house. Clothes went flying left and right. His shirt landing in a bowl, decorated with little cat paws, of water. Her bra. Andrea is feeling oh so mellow all the time these days, and (blush) oh so sexy, too. I mean all I can think about (giggle) is sliding my ruby lined, puffed and plumped sucker lips around some stud's thick, hard cock- the longer the better -ALL THE TIME- don'tcha know. Just dreaming of some hard bodied to-die-for muscle dude, oh my, it's so, so, so erotic! TOTALLY! Must be those drugs exciting my hypersensitized breast tissue or my doped up pituitary gland to pump out designer sex hormones. Like.