Cocks, Dicks, Members, Penises, or is that Penii?” he asked.“That sir is between myself, the good lord and my future husband,” Jane laughed.“A...d I expected a protestation of purity,” he replied.Jane considered carefully, at twenty one she was three years older than Eliza and perhaps more worldly wise. “You sir are not courting me, you are courting Eliza, or had you forgotten?”“My apologies,” Lord D confessed, “But you have a likeness to a whore I sometimes fuck at the Exmouth Arms.”“No sir, I. Somehow theentirety of me fit against it. His hands roved across my yieldingflesh; not exploring, not teasing, but taking, pillaging - ravishing.They were rough and deep and hungry. His graceless domination left meweak, small and yielding as those powerful hands gripped at the edgesof my top and effortlessly ripped it away. My tits bounced free, andthe crowd lost their minds.I gasped, boobs bare and horny before the world. The cold of the stagecaused the great thumb-sized rubies of my nipples,. Matt said nothing and drove just that little bit faster. They arrived at the hotel and Matt unloaded the bags, One bag of clothes each and a smaller one that Jane concluded contained the workload. They reached the desk and Matt checked them in. “Two rooms?” inquired Jane. “Yes, next door to each other though,” said Matt, “it wouldn’t be the same otherwise,” he grinned. He placed his hand on Jane’s backside and slipped his hand and fingers between the crack of her arse while he conversed with. All of theboys had left, and the girls had created a reverse pyramid on the riserwith me at the bottom.Jason's guitar broke the darkness, and 'A Very Carerra Christmas', thefirst of the two original Christmas songs I had written for the concert,echoed throughout the theatre. Ethan, still the only person on stage whowas visible, sang through the first verse. I watched him from behind,cheering him on silently. When I'd had the opportunity to write the song Iknew that I wanted to include Ethan in.