Carl had ordered his second drink when the lights in the place dimmed even lower than they already had been. "I guess the show is going to start at la...t," he said quietly to himself, absent-mindedly.At first he thought the show was going to be a play, as the stage was outfitted like a bedroom in an ordinary house and he mused to himself, I didn't know the girl was an actress. Just a few feet away from where he sat was an old fashioned brass bed, turned at a slight angle to face them. To one. He would have pulled her into his arms, held her, shielded her from the world, but he had long since learnt she would not allow it. So he gave her the little comfort he could. There were other signs of her demons, other indications her nightmares were haunting her again: she was too thin, shadows courted her eyes and her hands found constant frantic purchase on tablecloth and seams. It was expected, in the end, this was why he had come to her again. The reports his men had given him had. She laid the shorts over the seat of her bike. She kept her shirt on, though it was open, and he could see her nipples were rock hard."Now, stroke that cock for me." Jack did as requested. She joined in by fingering her wet pussy and pinching her nipples while she stared intently. He heard her have her first orgasm and smiled as she twitched and flinched. He knew his was not far away."Come for me! I want to see it shoot in the air. I want to see it hit your chest." Jack leaned a little further. She gave a small nod yes. ‘And if they hear you, they’ll look. And if they look, they’ll see you’ ‘Yessssssssss,’ she hissed. ‘But you want them to be able to see, don’t you?’ And another ‘Yessssssss,’ escaped her lips. I began to work her strongly, increasing the friction and the tempo. I could feel her knees begin to give way, her using the railing and my pressure against her for support. She brought her right hand to her mouth and shoved the web of her thumb into her mouth as small sounds of.