I love her and I love the new me. We’ve known each other since we were children, John, thank you for being so understanding. It is so hard for us to...come out of the closet, thanks for not making this harder than it is.’ April said all of this almost mechanically. Of course John wasn’t buying any of this. She was obviously brain washed, but the question was why and how. ‘Excuse me April, I need to talk with Candace for a minute.’ April smiles and gave him an approving look. John walked over to. ..that I'd loveto fuck her if I had a chance. I caught her glancing my way, not sure if shecaught me staring, but I noticed a smile on her face indicating she enjoyed theattention.I noticed that she turned to leave and I couldn't help myself and followed herat a distance. I notice she stopped to straighten items on a counter and Iapproached her. She looked up and smiled and asked if she can help me. I smiledback and responded that I sure hope so because I had a slight problem. She askedwhat is. Once inside he began sliding it in and out.I said, "Hi dear" Bill said, "Hi honey, I was talking with Peter and he said, you have another party tonight, Boy, Linda, he sure must think highly of you to give you all that overtime. Do you know what time you'll get home tonight?"I said, "No, I don't dear, maybe like last night 1 or 2."Peter was working the cock in long strokes, he would pull it all the way out, wait a second and then slide it all the way back inside.This feeling was becoming too. I've done my two encores; I'mdone for the evening.The backstage area is alive with life. Roadies, reporters,groupies, performers... and the last thing I expected tosee. I gravitate to the man, painfully professional in hisblack suit. He has the short, immaculate haircut and darkglasses marking him as an agent."Agent Johnson," he introduces himself. I ignore the throngand escort him into my trailer."What can I do for the agency?" I ask, once we've enteredmy trailer.He makes a short circuit.