I was neither Faye, nor Howard. I was a woman at the moment without a name, but that almost seemed more appropriate, more acceptable under the circums...ances than anything else. I needed to be anonymous, and I needed Chris, Christine to be a stranger in a way to me as well. Someone I didn't see as either one. I reached out, wrapping my small delicate hand around his thick hard cock, squeezing it, familiarizing myself with the length and girth of it, finding it arousing as I did that. It had been. In a matter of hours the production had started in earnest. Both Ken and Barbara were sent all over the theater for various items of need. Props were put into certain staging areas for readiness. The entire group became more alert.At least that's the way Barbara felt as she helped one person and then another. The tone of everyone's voice had lowered and the joking had decreased. The practicing had begun for various parts of the play. The director would call for a scene to be set. Then a flurry. Twenty-five minutes later I was just returning from the dance floor when Jennifer and Janey returned from the rest room. The club was filling rapidly and now was the only time I might have a chance of controlling my own destiny."I've got to tinkle. I think I'll freshen my make up." With that I stood, grabbed my purse and walked off towards the restroom.Two steps later I bumped into jerk number one, Mr. Nostril hair himself. He grabbed my wrist with the metal bracelet and examined it closely.. Joel could taste a bit of precum that was dripping from the head of his cock while he licked the bottom of his head, resting the head on his tongue. His hand guided the head of the cock into his mouth, feeling it brush up against his lips and slide into his mouth, pressing up against the roof of his mouth. It was almost too much for him because of how thick it was, Joel having to open his mouth as wide as he could while he felt the vice-like grip on the sides of his head.His hand still on the.