Numbers one and two come up onto the stage.”Two ladies jumped up screaming. They high-fived each other and came up onto the stage.“Each of you gra... something to tickle with and start on Tissues’ feet,” Ms. Martin instructed.They quickly did as they were told and in no time, I was a giggling mess as two paint brushes were being run up and down the soles of my very ticklish feet. They tickled under and between my toes, too.“Pleeeeeeseee ... Noooooo! ... Heeheeheehee ... I’m soooooo .... My techs missed some of the lighting cues, and I’m still having trouble dancing and singing at the same time.” “Well, I didn’t notice,” I said. “I thought you were great.” She smiled that famous smile that was on the cover of every magazine in every supermarket rack in the United States. “Well, I’m glad you liked it,” she said. “Hey, we’re going to hang out a little bit. Want to join us?” “Sure,” I said. There was nothing waiting for me at home but maybe a bath and a dirty book and my vibrator.. He grabbed my head again this time forcing his cock in to me as deeply as possible and that made me gag slightly but I controlled it. "Oh yeah" he said "Swallow that cock." I continued sucking him and deep throating him as much as possible while striking my own cock at the same time and before long he said "Get up." He helped me to stand up and quicky took my pants off of me.He turned me around, spread my legs apart and bent me over the front fender of the car. He began squeezing and playing. I stepped back, just to make sure my presence would not be felt, should she look my way. Where were her curtains or shades? I watched as she stood naked in front of her dresser, combing her long blonde hair. I grabbed my stiffening cock and lightly stroked it. Then, suddenly, she turned and disappeared. A few seconds later, she pulled her curtains over the window and as quick as my show had begun, it ended. I stepped into my bathroom and shot my load into a towel. The next morning, as I sat.