It was worth it though, well worth it, I’d been very well fucked the night before.As I sat there I took stock of the condition I was in. I still had...the robe on, my panties had been taken off early in the play, my hair and makeup were a mess, my garter belt was half unhooked and twisted, the new stockings were a torn ragged mess. I sat shaking all over and waited for my bladder to empty itself.As I cleaned up and did some small repairs there was a knock at the door, a nice little knock. My. It sounded idiotic, but I sent it anyway, trusting he still knew me well enough to understand. He only sent one brief reply: I can’t wait. The next two weeks simultaneously sped by and dragged on. Mia told me that Joe questioned her about my trip but she only told him to wait and see what happened, knowing I still didn’t know what was going on in my head. I managed to have a long heart-to-heart with Susan where she assured me that she and Charles both understood my feelings for Joe and that. She had short black hair and striking eyes. Small breasts, but firm, and very nice legs. She and her husband lived there; I saw them from time to time, coming home from work.I knew she lusted for me, her body language screamed it during those brief encounters. Her husband was a total shit. I might be an arrogant prick, but he was mean, stupid, and nasty. I barely knew them and he talked to her like she was his dog. I was looking forward to hanging horns on him. The second I saw her I knew I had. But it seemed that I had bookings too, or at least offers, when I phoned Sam at Marilyn's urging. When the company had been forced to cancel the rest of the Tosca run they'd offered ticket-holders a choice: they could take a full refund, or they could settle for only a partial and come see the DVD on big screen. Enough went for option A that there were tickets left, and they were snapped up—mostly by the local public, but some by other musicians and managers of other companies who flew in, and.