"Fuck!" He buried his face in the seat next to her head, his cock jerking and throbbing inside her. Wet heat filled her and she pushed her hips up, mo...ning as her still-clenching pussy milked it out of him. They were both gasping and trembling, pressed slick and hot against each other.She sunk against the seat, buzzing, shuddering, alive. He sagged against her. She squeezed around him and sighed at the feel of his twitching length still so deep inside her. He groaned, close to her ear."You. Tomorrow, I'll prepare all of the numbers for each of the locations for you. All of them are doing pretty well and have been able to handle the fluctuating demand. We haven't had any layoffs so far, so the morale is still high. They do need the reassurance, because all they hear on the news are bad economic woes."As I sat at the bar, looking around at the big extended family, I almost felt guilty because we were all well fed, and, I think, well paid. No one at the patio was without a job right. Belly, breasts backside, then belly and backside again all in order. Five times that leather had struck, then came a break of a second or two, while Monty `s eyes came to rest, first on Barry, then his beloved mother, who stood, her aching muscles forgotten, secure, mouth agape at the cook, who`s face had taken on the rather sublime look of one who was enjoying the whole experience if not the individual strokes. He turned back to Barry, and asked him to count the strokes out louder, then. We had a week of pre-tour practice sessions in which invariably at least one person would get pissed off at somebody and leave early for the night. Situation ‘normal’ I was told by Irv and Simon, and by our last night when we had a dress rehearsal gig at a local club, everyone was sullen and pretty well out of sorts, and our playing pretty much reflected that. The crowd mostly didn’t notice or care, but I did. And our 90 days of hell on the road began… and it was definitely hell. Our playing.