They had worked it all out. They were going to work as one team.It didn’t matter to Grace. Although she felt better she would have been just as happ... to go home.Kate and Charlie would be on stage all the time to make sure Grace was happy and they would stop the show if anything happened against the rules and she was showing signs of distress.So the Last Hurrah was set to begin.A large King sized 4 poster bed without the canopy had been moved onto the stage and the same cameramen were there to. “That’s perfect.” She had a huge grin on her face.Earl asked, “What is?”“Second week of January is the Bob Hope Classic, in southern California. It’s a Pro-am tournament, normally with celebrities as the amateurs. And I for damned sure can make sure our Jennifer is one of the amateurs. Two weeks after that is the LA Open, which is an invitational. You finish well in the Hope, and I can get one of the studio slots. Then the next week is the Bing Crosby Pro-Am.”Jennifer shook her head. “That. Like some small child I comply. Her voice is a surprise but non-the-less adds to her beauty and also adds an element of eastern mystique, it is soft and almost husky. Unfortunately I do not understand her words for I have yet to master my mother tongue of English let alone her native language of French. Seeing my distress and confusion her smile widens and she repeats her words but now in precise English with the soft accent for which the French lovers are known. In reply I have to admit that. I don’t (usually) wear panties and the dance had made me quite wet so her fingers quickly found me and she slipped a finger in. She worked the finger up and down for a moment before she slipped a second, then a third finger in to me. Her little finger was just touching and probing my anus and her thumb rubbed my clitoris. It was all I could do to remember to return the compliment but I must have been doing something right because she suddenly stiffened, shuddered and came. Her legs gave way.