So I did. Without me resisting his advances, I then felt his hand move from my thigh to my pussy. I let out a sigh but kept my eyes closed. It was str...nge because part of me honestly wanted him to stop because it was wrong. But there was a part of me that was enjoying his attention and like a d**g wanted more.He began rubbing my pussy through my sweats. I was frozen. I didn't move. I didn't resist. My mind was saying "STOP" but my body wanted more. I was so wet that I was afraid I would leak. Rob moaned as he pulled my blond curly hair, pushing my face against his crotch. I sucked on that cock and I felt really a filthy bitch; but I wanted to have this throbbing dick one more time stretching my cunt and filling me up with more warm semen. When he felt that I had convinced him about my oral skills, Ron pulled my hair, making me stand up. I turned my back to him and bent over, putting my hands against the wall. Rob grabbed my hips and very softly he began entering me again, this time. "No, it's fine," I say, "It's just my ex. I can handle him."I get back to work and get the drinks to my customers as I watch Mikehitting on Chloe and the other waitresses."I can't believe you used to date that guy," Chloe says as we pass eachother going to the kitchen, "He's such a jerk." I know," I say, "Why do you think I broke up with him and moved toCalifornia?"Eventually I notice Mike leave and finish my shift in peace. That isuntil I get home to find him standing outside my. Choosing these professionals or near professionals to perform our words would seem to be wisest. Maybe unwise for both Lindy and I, we wanted amateurs performing a central character in our plays. For Lindy it was me. I chose Helena. In fact in the production I envisioned for my play, I would cast myself as the man cuckolded by Helena's addiction and the character representing addiction would be a Nick type except much younger, newly sloughed I suppose. Needing perspective the playwrights.