Could 'a dropped that damn canteen anywheres." For a fact, his stomach tightened, knowing he could have dropped, lost or set his canteen down at any o... a hundred places.His wits thinning by the moment, Patrick spun around in his tracks. He must find a landmark. He needed a landmark before he'd have any notion which direction Mary and the shack lay, or where he might find water. Once again he swiped at his dry mouth. How could someone raised in this wasteland get himself lost in it? Pulse. The trip is pretty short, and the attendent stops before making it backstage, and gives her directions once there.Grace walks through the doors and looks around, enjoying the view of backstage. She had been here only once before about 7 years ago as a fan with a backstage pass, but even then she only got to see a little bit. Grace takes a deep breath but makes her way down, past Locker Rooms and special rooms, makeup areas, all the goods.Grace sees one of the Locker Room doors slightly open and. Are you okay? Yes, that was awesome. Well, I'm glad cause I'm not finished. Neither am I replied. I stood up and pushed him onto the bed and dropped to my knees. Taking his dick into my mouth, slowly running my tongue across his thick head of his dick. He started to moan, I took all of him into my mouth. He said yes. The faster I went the more he begged, his breathing got faster. He grabbed me by my hair and pushed my head deeper onto his cock. He was thrusting his self into my mouth. I could. Making her way to her decided seat in a corner she made herself comfortable, her favourite pastime of people watching now coming to the fore. She scruitinized each person one by one, small and tall, large and thin, male and female, sexuality oozing, body language giving people away, conversation loud and soft surrounding her. Skimming back and forth she noticed the same people time and time again, the girl with the flame red hair, the man with the loud ridiculous laugh, the tiny old lady with.