All I could think about during the journey was how I hadn’t felt my boyfriend’s touch for weeks, and how excited I was that I would feel it soon. ... could feel myself getting wetter imagining how it would feel and I was really tempted to use my fingers under my winter coat to pleasure myself. I forced myself to hold back, wanting to wait for him to provide what I craved. When I arrived in his town I walked to my boyfriend’s hall of residence and, noticing from outside that his light was on a. "Head around to the stage door," Frank said. "It's time for Groupie Lesson Number Two -- 'Getting In Without A Ticket'..."Chapter 3"Okay, here's the deal," Frank said, as i walked toward the backstage entrance of the OmniTheatre. You have to get past the doorman and probably at least one roadie before you get a shot at the band." Do i handle them like i did Dexter?" i asked."Likely not; he was just a geek; these guys are pros, used to dealing with groupies. They're gonna want more than just a. I straddled her one restrained hand with my legs honestly because I wanted her to finger my pussy at the same time but we shall see if she picks up on the ability to do so even while she is restrained lol. I placed one hand around her throat holding her down and I took my fingers and started to play with her pussy. Her toes were pointing, her back was arching and her hands started to figit even in the restraints. She kept saying fuck me fuck me take my pussy. So that I did. I tested that pussy. One large black man with a thick torso and powerful arms kept staring at her like he was trying to visualize the shape and tightness of her sphincter for possible later one on one exercise. The very thought of his bulk pressing her into duty as his personal cum bucket was enough to make her secret place all wet and sensitive buried under her French silk thong, the imported pantyhose with a totally sheer look even in the crotch area and her clinging plaid skirt that was supposed to be the colors.