Apparently there was nothing to do but find out, they were due in ten minutes. Catherine straightened her conservative black dress and tried out a smi...e in the mirror. She didn't look nearly as tired as she felt. They arrived precisely on time. It was a smaller party than she had expected, two middle aged women and a girl perhaps in her early twenties. The girl and one of the women shared a strong family resemblance, both being petite blondes. Perhaps the bride and the mother? The other woman. ”“No what?”“No, sir,” she whispered.“Do you know why I am doing it?”“Yes, sir.”“Good!”I leaned my weight into her, forcing my cock through her virgin back hole. She gasped “oh, god” as I slid into her. I knew she would not orgasm this way and I had already instructed myself not to cum. Pleasure was not the purpose. Slowly, I fucked her ass until I felt my point was made. When I yanked out, she groaned.“Clean me with a washcloth,” I commanded. She whispered a ‘“yes, sir” as she began cleaning. These ticket holders could get close to the stage and it is where the “real” party took place. The second area was the balcony. It was further from the stage and therefore one paid a cheaper price for these tickets. I was stationed at an obscure stairway that leads from the balcony to the floor. But no matter how obscure the stairway location was, I must have been asked by over 100 guests if I could sneak them onto the floor. My response was the same, “Unless you have a floor ticket, I cannot. He always lusted after Yvonne and it was the cause of a few fights of jealousy with his wife. He was frankly surprised how much time Sarah had been spending with Yvonne but he always enjoyed sneaking glances of Yvonne when Sarah wasn’t looking. Maybe tonight he would catch more than a glimpse of Yvonne’s voluptuous breasts, he thought. Meanwhile, back at her house, Yvonne was getting ready for the evening. She had just finished taking her shower and she was sitting in a comfy chair with a towel.