Sara had found after nearly every concert she'd given that she was physically tired but she almost always found her nipples hard from sexual arousal a...d her pussy as wet as it had ever been, soaking her panties or thong all the way through. She always wished that her husband was waiting for her there behind the stage to take her to the dressing room and fuck her brains out. Sometimes he was there and every single time he had been, Sara had almost dragged him to the room where she'd prepared for. "I am sure we will get some heat for doing it, though." I will send a copy to our music critic as well," said Chad, "from what I have heard about yours, I am sure ours will be more receptive." You've got that right," said Marge."Why would you get some heat?" asked Joyce, in a puzzled voice."Pamela, our music critic, is very territorial," said Evelyn. "Just the act of giving her a CD will be taken as an indication that she is not doing her job." Oh." If we don't get a response to our letter in. I ducked inside.She was behind the bleachers on an exercise mat, that same dirty smile on her face, her skirt pulled up, her fingers reaching down to her tight red panties. I walked toward her as she began to rub her pussy."I've been wanting to suck your cock since the first time I saw you." She fell to her knees right in front of my cock and began to massage it through my pants."What do you think about when you stare at my tits that gets your cock so hard? What do you wanna do to me, baby?" I. Donaldson is extremely agitated about something so my hand signal communicates a situation of alertness to the others.We are shocked at what Ms. Donaldson says next! She elucidates, "I have had my damn fill of you three, even if you are Liz's body guards. You are as of right now on probation and if you three cause any more problems you will be asked to leave. Now how in the hell did you get into the tunnels?"I prepare to respond when Ms. Donaldson's mobile phone interrupts...Ms. Morgan attempts.