He’d smiled back and asked how the walk had gone. ?Well enough, I guess. I’m not a huge fan of summer.?Her tongue darted out for just a second to ...wet her top lip, then they both chuckled. The tension dissolved. He put his large hand on her left knee with gentle pressure, still smiling. ?Show me.?Without hesitation, she spread her legs and lifted her skirt a little. The perfect white smoothness of her mound made his groin tighten immediately. He traced the cleft with the tip of one finger. As. For a start." I looked up into his face with alarm. “I didn’t bring them, Sir,” I said. “And why is that?” “I didn’t think—“ “No you did NOT think, krys. Well,” he sighed, “you need to figure out how to fix this.” I wondered if my mother had any clothespins in the basement or any clips of any kind in the house. “I will find something, Master,” I said and set off to find suitable substitutes for the clamps. “Good girl. And if you are going by the kitchen, bring me some hot sauce and a small dish. .. quicker now. My hand goes to my cock so I can come for Paul just before he finishes. He likes that. He likes to see me stroke myself and watch the creamy proof of my enjoyment as he nears his own climax. I can feel his thickness in me and it makes me harder. My pre-cum lubricates me as I masturbate... I'm in ecstasy, moaning loudly as I near the breaking point. Paul senses how close I am and grunts as he starts to go deep and hard.I can't take anymore and call out his name as I start to cum.. At that moment I had a mini panic attack. Would I be able to rise to the occasion? With which Fraulein would it be? Could I really pull off the event? Since I had exuded total confidence in my reply, I could hardly nervously start demanding details since, in theory at least, I did not care with whom I performed as long as it was done publicly on stage.As the Bizet began, I found myself still sat amongst the audience. This was to be muff, blow job and live sex show of which I was to be the star.