.. I took a deep breath and entered the room and locked the door. From my experience I knew that a member of the crew always enters the dressing rooms...15 minutes before the stars re-enter and could hear the rumbling noise of the crowd and music from there anyway. I would know exactly when I had to split.The room was surprisingly small and very tidy for a huge pop star's dressing room. My attention then immediately went over to the clothes hanging in the cubicles. I knew time wasn't on my side,. Spotting a man sitting in a chair behind the cameras, I walked over towards him. I was cut off however, by someone I really didn't want to deal with."Dean baby, what's shaking?" Rick Dugan said to me as he stepped in my way. Rick was a music agent, representing mostly musicians like Christina Aguilera out here. It was his client, Ms. Aguilera in fact, that had ruined my relationship with Alyssa Milano almost a year ago. I hadn't seen him since, but I was surprised and not thrilled to see him. He start to finger my hole his rough fingers forcing there way in he keeps going as I try to move and struggle but unable to stop him till he get two then three fingers in me me, I know what's coming it's what I've been waiting for, what I wanted daddy is going to fuck me and make me his bitch.I can feel daddy's cock still hard rubbing up and down my ass all I can do is moan wishing, wanting this to happen.Then daddy slaps my ass I yelp he slaps me again growling in my ear "beg slut, I want you. At thispoint I think maybe they had two emotions runningthrough them. Firstly a desire to fuck the exposed womanin front of them; secondly the desire to whip theircocks out into the open and wank over the sightpresented to them. I know the feelings, having felt themmany times in the past, whilst my wife was exposingherself to me.After a while, my wife asked the two guys, “Would youlike to fuck me now? My husband has to be present, andfully participate.”Again, I think the only reply.