That was when she was only a teenager. She was older now, though sometimes she would find herself returning to the old fantasies that first introduced...her to her own body.Now she was hearing those sounds, the sounds she had imagined all her life. The bated breathe, the rustling of clothes, and even what sounded like a moaning, forced through pursed lips. She gathered up a few books and silently got to her feet. She'd go to return these books, whatever they were, to the back. Of course. That was. Its little red light flipped to green and I heard a click, and Victor pushed open the door and entered, with the rest of us following.This was a small antechamber, with a large metal door that also looked familiar: a twin of the one underground back in Ithaca. Victor opened this as well and we were through.This room was obviously the deluxe version: shiny white walls and all sorts of electronic equipment, as opposed to the relative sterility of the dome in New York. But the dish looked. There was so much spit it was rolling down my chin and onto my breasts. I gagged til my eyes watered and came up for air and did it all over again. I was really trying to make him cum. He grabbed me by my hair and started pushing/pulling my mouth up and down on his dick, fucking my mouth. I felt his dick start to grow bigger and I knew he was gonna cum. But just then he pulled my mouth off his dick and told me to get up. I was a little disappointed because I wanted to swallow his cum. But I got. Leah kept catching him looking her way and had an idea. She waited till he was paying attention and when he was, nudged Vanessa to tell her she was going to use the bathroom before they finally closed the bar. As she walked out of the venue hall, she heard the bass player say he would "Be right back" to the guys. She smiled to herself. As she exited the venue area, she stepped to the left and hid in the shadows of the hallway near the entrance. A few seconds later she saw the bass player walk.