Rain and mud. My feet sank clear up to my ankles in the slick stuff. I slogged my way out about fifteen or twenty feet and well... I'll skip over that...part. Feeling relieved I made my way back, slipping and sliding. Several times I slipped to a knee, my hands also got muddy. I was grumbling pretty good, but it was nothing compared to the cussin' I was doing a minute later.There was a slight incline leading back down to the basement door. I slipped, and went ass over tea kettle. Splat! Flat on. And audiences know that and keep respectfully silent for the most part.I still had a good ten minutes or more before it would be my time, and for a minute or two, with Cam no longer beside me, I started feeling pretty edgy myself. But then I told myself to just listen to the beautiful duet Mario and Cam were brewing up on the stage, and I actually got lost in it. Cam and Gerry were making sure Mario stuck right to the score, and it was as gorgeous as I'd ever heard it done. Which,. "Your'e afraid of breaking down before a girl whose butt your face will be in before we leave!" The thought was the trigger that coupled with Emily's small soft hands created a massive swollen erection to spring up. Emily squealed with delight as her fingers ran over his pulsing shaft. "Oooh you naughty boy," she cooed, "it's true, you want to worship my bottom, don't you?" She leaned forward and slapped him across his face as hard as her small frame could, making his cheek turn red. The wide, beutiful twin sheres of her pearly white cheeks- divided by the dark pink skin of her anal cleft, and the wide pink teardrop of her bum-hole above her still wet vagina seemed to glow with inner light at the shaman. He began to wonder if he was properly qualified to handle the sexual protocols required to deal with this strange white nature spirit in the correct and respectful fashion.He held his cock and approached her cautiously "Yeah... yeah... yeah you lil' fucking fuck-savage come.