She locked the door of the dressing room. Kneeling down in front of me, her fingers slid up and down my already wet slit. My thong was soaked. She pul...ed it to one side and a finger eased along my slit ,opening my puffy, swollen lips. Looking up at me, she moved her mouth towards my pussy and her tongue suddenly lapped around my mound and down my slit. She did not touch my clit. Oh my, if she does that, I will scream. Again, I snapped back to reality. What was I doing? What was I allowing this. He was the typical American athlete, football, wrestling, and cross country, along with track and field. I was smitten with his country boy charm. He was complemented me perfectly. I was five foot three, slender bodied, reddish brown hair, and brown eyes.We sat there for hours. We were cuddled up watching the fields. We drank coffee from the thermos, keeping our minds and eyes alert.The sun warmed the earth, and we took our coats off. Ryan checked the time. It was nine in the morning. "I'm. Besides, the band could fall apart tomorrow on a whim.’ Joe nodded. ‘That’s true, sweetie. But you didn’t even want to take a chance?’ ‘Well, they did offer a smaller package.’ ‘Yes?’ ‘They invited me to sing at as many concerts as I want to. They’d fly me and two of you there, and give me 1% of the ticket profits. I’ll probably do that, instead.’ Jasmine protested, ‘1%? That’s nothing. Why would you do that?’ Joe smiled, having just done the math. ‘Jasmine, if they played at the Civic Center,. I want to take that neglect and make it lust. I hope to see you at the party. The things I would do to you..." It was signed "Steven". I read and reread the email wondering who could have sent it.The whole week I received emails, each one getting me hotter and hotter. "Steven" would tell me that my body looked ripe for making a baby, that my breasts could fill out nicely. Each one I would secretly masturbate thinking of Steven taking me. After reading one email I replied "what if i try to.