Starting a new page he began writing down all the things that he was going to have to replace. The rubber grips on the pegs, kick starter, and handleb...rs had all dried and rotted. He needed new tires, light bulbs, brake cable, spark plugs, filters, gaskets, seals. Whew. Did he need to rebuild the front forks? The seat he could live with, maybe he'd put some duct tape over the cracks.The good news was there was no rust or corrosion that he could see. He'd have to find somebody to tune and. And the crowd, while largely friends and family members of the cast, had been very enthusiastic all night. They were even laughing at some of the dated jokes that should have gotten a mere eyeroll.The band was playing. The cast had done the curtain call, and the curtains had closed. The audience continued to clap.“Russ, should we do another curtain call?” asked Luke, our lead actor.I pondered it, when Gilbert, who was standing next to me in the wings said, “Always leave them wanting more.”I. He felt a sudden pang of regret that today was his last week of work because of two weeks of daily intense sexual play and fucking with Mandy had been much more pleasant than he had ever imagined. Instead of coercing her into doing his sexual will, he'd found her eagerly enjoying every day's desires and he found himself now somewhat saddened that it would apparently all be over after this last experience.Mandy was wearing precisely what Tom had told her to - she'd gone to the local Victoria's. Wanted it even. I was staring back, gently panting, a mixture of saliva and cum on the corners of my mouth and dripping towards my chin. "Do you want some more?" He asked me without having to know the answer. I closed my eyes and nodded like the good submissive boy he was turning me into. He grinned once more, pulled a car from his shirt pocket, flicked it at me and told me to get out. I did so as fast as I could, I was afraid of this strange power he had over me. I was picturing some very.