He had long blond hair which flowed over his broad shoulders. He was slightly taller than me, probably 6’2” or so with a rather muscular build. ...he name tag on his orange apron read “Tom”.“I need a piece of plywood.” I replied.Sharon moved over to the waist high pile of plywood stacked neatly on its’ pallet closest to where Tom and I stood. She climbed atop it and knelt on all fours, her luscious round ass pointing seductively towards us. Bending lower until she rested on her forearms, her. She whispered " try not to cum as you'll be milked on the podium " I became even more randy at this piece of advice though very embarrassed that every woman in the hall would be watching with a horny eye at my performance . Doubts about my performance worried me while I waited. When my number was called I felt a hard tug on my balls through the lead and was walked on to the podium Behind me was another assistant whose job was to slap me on the bum if I slouched or began to go flaccid.. He played a lot with my balls and my crotch generally, so I was hoping that I might get some ass stimulation out of this, but no. Eager for more, I excused myself and parted ways.Returning to the big booth area, I sat on a bench in the shadows right in the middle of the large booths. A younger, husky-sized Latino walked by and reached down to give a squeeze to my dick which was obvious as it strained down the right leg of my jeans. I moved his hand over to my zipper to make it clear to him. I don't want them to change their normal plans," he said.I went into the RV with the girls and joined Patricia in bed, I was going to try to sleep while still controlling the drone. I figured it was worth a shot.I took the drone out, ran out of the cemetery and passed the pentagon. I made my way across the bridge and was surprised to find a few guards there. I scanned them with the drone and they actually had working radios on them. Interesting, I thought. I made my way past them and on to the.