I held my breath. My cock was semi-hard as I waited in eager anticipation for him to come to my stall. I heard some noises but couldn’t make out wha... they were. Was he adjusting his bag/backpack? Why would he need to? What was he doing? Dammit, let’s get this on!A moment later, the door to my stall opened. I can’t describe the feeling of seeing that door open, it was incredible. You really need to experience it. Sitting on the toilet, I looked up and saw my BBC, he smiled at me and quietly. And I also didn't think for a moment that we'd get anywhere farther than the garage. So I relented.I spent three days with Kellie going over the melody. She would play it on the keyboard and I would do my best to impersonate the sounds. It wasn't as difficult as I expected it to be. It was three times as hard. With each mistake, we would stop what we were doing and rework the offending section.I know it was frustrating to Greg, Carrie and Kellie but it was 10 times as frustrating for me. After. She sat down on the bar stool and surveyed the scene, it wasn’t long before a man approached her and asked her to dance, he looked a bit worse for wear, but she didn’t want to say no. They both went to the dance floor, which was full. There were bodies everywhere, the man’s arms went around her as he hugged her and she could smell his sour breath, no she thought, I don’t want this. She tried to push him away as he put his hands on her bum and tried to kiss her. She started to struggle as he. She kissed me back.I started to squeeze her boobs and meanwhile, she started unzipping my pants. I let it drop to my ankle now she started sliding her hands inside my jockeys and started stroking my cock which was already hard. She suddenly squeezed the life out of my balls.I fell down on the floor and she started laughing. I was holding my balls in pain while she was laughing. She suddenly asked me to sleep facing upwards and saying that she stood between my face. She started to lower her.