The sickly fumes of the departing bus filled the air on what would otherwise have been a sunny early-autumn morning. He knocked on the side door five ...inutes early, stifling a yawn as he waited for the door to open."Mr. Teacher," Oscar said at the doorway. "You pass the first test. Get your ass in here and shut the door."The doorway led into a workroom. One wall was lined with furniture sitting on shelves or hanging from metal hooks, three rows high. The far wall had lengths of various sizes of. You step up behind me, pressing against me, your leg between my legs, raising it to kneed my pussy just a little. Knowing how wet my pussy is, knowing it will leave a wet spot on the lining of my coat. A little reminder for later of the fun we are having now. I notice the produce guy is on the other side of the cart and can't see us. No one else is in the produce section but us. I can't resist, I rotate my hips and grind my ass against you. You lower your leg and push your crotch against. It wouldn’t even get started until ten. At least it would be held in the lobby of the theater and we wouldn’t have to travel anyplace.I gathered Cindy, Desi, Sophie, Brittany, and Remas into my arms in the dressing room a few minutes before eight and just whispered a few words about how important each of them was, not just to the performance, but to me personally. I kissed each of them. We all checked in a mirror for lipstick smears and then Cindy and I went to the stage.We started the program. " I said nothing, just let him stroke my leg."Admit it. You like this."Still no words... instead, I moved down on the seat cushion and opened my legs wider. Inviting him to touch me more intimately. His hand reached down and cupped my balls through the thin cloth."I want to touch you all over."I wanted him to. I wanted to feel his strong hands on my body."Come with me"He stood up and lead me to do the same. I stood facing him with my hard cock pointing at him through my briefs. He took my hand..