I knew the waitress well, she’d often been at our shows, she saw that I was crying when she fetched my drink. She sat down next to me, her arm aroun... my shoulders, “I know what’s wrong, Dina, you think you’ve lost her, don’t you?”“Stace, I don’t know what to do, I know I mustn’t try and stand in her way, she’s too good for that but I also know that it won’t be long before she’ll be asked to tour, probably go to England, maybe even the States, who knows? But she won’t be here, our little show. "DROP THOSE and put your hands UP!!" he yelled loudly.I did as I was told, but started to stammer that I'd rather try to cover up if he didn't mind. Evidently, he did, because he didn't say anything to me. I stood there with my hands up, miserably, terribly embarrassed by the massive erection which my briefs did next to nothing to conceal. He pulled out his cell phone, and in about 20 minutes, which seemed like days to me, a pickup drove up to the door and two of his friends arrived. They. "I have bigger moneymakers than all three of those women, so these should feel good, don't they?" I asked before a gap. "Don't they, Troy?" Yes, yes, yes, Ms. Jacobs, they feel wonderful." Good, you perverted dummy," I branded him, backing away. "Do you mind telling me why a woman's hooters are so fascinating? Even now, you stupid idiot, you're still gawking at mine. They're just big pieces of flesh where women store milk, that's all. What's so great about that?" I don't know, Ms. Jacobs." You. We laid there in silence for a few minutes."So wh... ," we both started talking at the same time."Go ahead," I said."No, you first." Well, I was just wondering where we go from here?" What do you want?" he said. "All obstacles off the table, what's yourideal path forward?" I never thought about it," I said. "You laid the trap for me. Whatdid you think would happen if we did this? What do you want?"I turned onto my side to face him and my hand instinctively reached tograsp his cock. I.