He kept his grip on my ass, keeping me aligned, keeping me from slipping off as I got wilder and wilder."That's it, honey, ride me. Cum on this old ma...'s dick. Cum for daddy!"And just like that, I did. Right on cue. I bounced rapidly on him at first, then lay forward, rubbing my nipples over the rough fabric of his shirt as I worked my hips up and down, keeping my orgasm alive for as long as I could. He was breathing hard now, and driving his hips upward as I came down, grunting and moaning. No. ‘Sorry, Nate.’ ‘No worries.’ ‘Mitch?’ Ryan turned to him. ‘What do you think?’ ‘Do you even have to ask?’ She took a deep breath and looked at the other three. ‘So we’re good with this? I mean, the gig is next Saturday.’ Mitch snorted. ‘Are you kidding? Do you know how much we’d suck if we gave in to any of this? We’ll be better off without him.’ Ryan smothered most of a laugh. ‘Okay, then.’ They separated and Ryan raised her voice. ‘Jason, we’ve talked it over.’ He looked over, his expression. There are creditable threats against his life. This bad ass rap star wants to stay alive, so he is out looking for hard core security that doesn't scream, I'm really a chicken shit." Well hardcore 'Swamp Thing' can manage, but with those guys standing around everybody is going to know that he isn't scared. They all have thousand mile stares. You don't mistake them for thugs." I replied."Yeah, my friend isn't stupid. What they are looking for are people with a proven record. Names they can put. “She’s an old neighbour and good friend of debs” I answered.My eyes followed Dee’s movements as she went from one group to the next selling tickets. Some twenty minutes later I made my way to the toilets as I returned to the bar area. I noticed Dee in the side office counting the takings from the ticket sale.I moved over knocked on the door and as Dee looked up I moved into the office, closing the door behind me, Dee looked shocked, “Mike you can’t be in here, please go back to the bar”. “well.