”“Ladies and gentlemen,” the maitre ‘d announced, “We are opening the microphone to anyone who wants to sing along with our piano player. An...y volunteers?”“Acky,” Josh said, kissing her on the ear, “Why don’t yuh go up and sin’ somethin’?”“Alright,” she said, “I will. But you are going to regret asking me to do this.”Josh looked horror stricken as she went up to the microphone, and asked the piano player if he knew the song she was going to sing. By shocking coincidence, he did.“It was actually. Which is just what he did! He had on pair of track pants, which made it easy for me as well. I pushed down the elastic waist band and set his cock free. Free to rub against my wet pussy and slide in smoothly, and carried away as we were, both of us were eager to climax. He was hot as well and started ramming into me, with me bent forward slightly, one leg raised to facilitate him entering me. Soon we reached our peaks and just stayed that way... spent and sated.Back to the present, those. My secretary began rotating her hips, thus making her harness rotate and causing the tongue to rub against her clit. Cindy began to struggle for air, her lungs heaving convulsively, her almond eyes widening with alarm. With obvious pleasure, my secretary watched her, and rotated her hips even harder. Just as Cindy's eyes glazed over, preparatory to passing out, my secretary orgasmed and pulled the dildo out. Cindy gasped loudly, sucking breath in desperately. When she had recovered somewhat, my. We’re being treated to such a climatic finish to this game!”“Both teams have gone back to their top power play and penalty kill lines. The linesman drops the puck and the game resumes.”“Cross wins the draw sending it back to Mueller. Mueller backs out over the blueline as Bowman attempts to check him. He passes to Grobenov who retreats further to the centre red line. As Bruton tries to check him, he sends the puck back into the Chiefs end, killing off more vital seconds.”“The Chiefs regroup.