" He grabs my hand and squeezes,"Yes, good job. Just stay awake for me, okay? Squeeze my hand as hard as you can, and stay with me. Don't let go." He'... squeezing my hand, but it's weak in comparison to what I know he's capable of. I'm pressing as hard as I can against the wound in his stomach with my free hand, but blood is still running everywhere. I look up at his face and he's too pale. "I wasn't really gunna shoot anyone!" The man yells. I hear him run past me and the door ding, but I. No it's time to hit the stage. Move along sugarbritches." He knew about all this. "Hey I didn't sign up for this. Iwas supposed to dance as a guy, not a girl. "Oh no little missy. Thecontract you signed locks you into three year commitment as a dancinggirl. You should have read the fine print." He shut the door and I feltso used right now. I minced back to Toni and held her telling her thiswas a mistake and I though I was dancing as a guy. She looked at meweird. "But you know all the dancers. He found he was shaking his head as he thought. Getting there was as important as being there. Di likes being taken to an orgasm, not making herself get off.Did she masturbate? She must, but she never talked about it. Never? He tried to think. His lawyer brain wanted to settle for 'hardly ever', but he couldn't remember a time when she'd extolled the virtues of do-it-yourself orgasms.Being taken there, being made to work for it — she'd sure as hell talked about that. So why did the idea of a. Jim, keep that up and I'm going to cum soon. Yes honey, oh Jim, yes, Jim I'm cumming." Just then an orgasm rolled over me like I'd never had before, just from Jim's relentless tongue assault on my pussy. "Yes, Jim, yes," I screamed, forgetting that there may be someone else was in the house that could hear. Since Jim was home the boys would be too.Just then I felt Bear bump against my legs. "Jim, get Bear out of here." But he didn't listen. Bear climbed up on my back. "Bear, get off me," I.