Singing my song earlier for the sound check had been one thing,but performing it for an audience was completely different! I couldn'twait to be singin... again!Todd was standing behind his desk, where he was shaking hands with someactress who had been in an artsy film. I recognized her, but I couldn'tremember her name or the name of the movie. It wasn't long before shesaid goodbye and made her way off the set behind us.The crowd quieted down, and I stood there waiting for the music tostart. My. Ted just stood there as I stroked him and I loved the sensation of giving him pleasure, it was the sexiest thing I'd ever done, his cock was now fully erect and I peeled the foreskin back to reveal the purple, bulbous head which had a small trickle of clear precum leaking out of the end. I kept wanking him, slowly and steadily, by now I considered myself an expert in self pleasuring, and he continued to moan and sigh with pleasure and when his cock twitched I though he might come but was glad. I wasn’t sure of anything at that moment. "Did you say a hundred thousand?" My voice was shaky and not because of the money involved. I needed room to stretch my legs, ease my tense muscles, as waves of pleasure coursed through my body, gaining intensity. “Yes, Mr Daniels, I raised you a hundred thousand dollars." Mr Hunt's tone was magnanimous. "Why, are you in trouble?" My balls tightened in my sac and I wasn’t sure that I could keep my voice steady. So, I smiled and shook my head. I began. The stripper who he has enjoyed on many occations in the past. She was always in the back of his mind for a sex slave. He fucked her already many times over a period of a year or so. He wants her to be his possession.He is almost done with building his sex dungeon in his house. In a sub-basement he secretly dug out waiting for his sex slaves.All the while me rubs his cock every chance he gets. Even in public watching women come and go. He will hide behind whatever he finds between his desire.