I had followed her career for years. In fact, I knew of the show she was doing, though not that she had a part. Helen had arranged for tickets Saturda... night.I checked the time, then rechecked. I was only 2:47 PM. I had snubbed Chuck Blanding, learned a gyro joint, hired Sheila to play Cynthia, turned her loose in the middle of my biggest headache, waited an hour for any word and sent the doctors out to triage the wounded. All that ought to have taken longer than three hours, but apparently. Ana climbed onto the bench and kneeled straddling Ming's face. As she lowered her pussy, I saw Ming's tongue come out and disappear into it. Ana closed her eyes and muttered, "Fuck! Eat my pussy good."Ming's pussy was mostly bald, with a small patch of furry looking hair just above the slit. The lips were gaping open and glistened with her juices. Her scent was different than Ana's, strong but a bit less musky.I placed the head of my dick into her slit and stroked it up and down from well to. ‘Hold your legs up!’ I command, smacking his ass cheek hard. Then with both hands on his backside I spread him wider, watching his hole take my cock all the way. I thrust into his ass deep, grinding hard. I thrust again. Hard and deep. I slide my cock out and ram it in deeper. ‘Mmm yeah. Take my cock, slut.’ His whimpers are the spark I need to pump harder, deeper. My cock tunneling in and out of his tight ass. I ram him hard and deep. ‘Take my cock hard, slut.’ I smack his ass again.. But it passed the time as she laughed at one so- called expert spread his crap around. It might have impressed other listeners but not her. The audience were invited to call in with their opinions but with this weather pounding on her car, she wasn't about to risk it and have an accident.The rain was a torrential downpour which was rare in the State of Washington. She reduced her speed to less than forty miles an hour while most others did the same. Some crazies sped past like she was standing.