” I beamed at her.“You look pretty good yourself.” She said. “C’mon, let’s get you introduced to all of the new faces. You’ll be disgust...ed how much they’ve all grown!”I would. I would never miss any of that ever again. I stepped forward. Mel hung back. Ellie noticed too.“Are you alright?” I was almost able to ask. Her rocket fuel was the first half syllable of the word Are.“Is he OK? What have I done? Oh my God, I don’t know which baby is--”“Breathe,” Olivia said and beckoned from the bassinet. "Noooooooo!" she cried, badly frightened. Mr. Jensen hadn't said anything about this--was this man just someone from the audience, or had she been tricked? Then, as he bent down over her and without warning began yanking off her skimpy garments, the redheaded American girl stopped speculating and began screaming in genuine terror."STOP! STOP! OH GOD, please don't do this to me!" she wailed, but the naked man paid no attention to her horror-stricken protests as he ripped off her flimsy. Using a feather-light touch, she massaged up my leg again. The further she went up against my leg, the more pronounced my breathing was and the slower her hand moved. I arched my back as her hand reached my inner thigh, conflicted that it was no longer being professional yet hoping like hell she’d put her hand in the same place.Ahhh. It felt like she had opened her hand. Part of her hand on my inner thigh and her thumb and forefinger cradling my nut. She had never done anything like that ever. " Those big, soft eyes shot a sideways glance at Andy's manhood and then darted away in guilt."Good. Sit down, close your eyes. I'll bring you a clarinet."She did as he told her. Cord stood Andy before her and bent her head down."Give us a solo, dear girl."Eyes closed, trembling, the sensitive woman slid Andy's prick into her mouth. It was encased in the SS clear plastic so Andy stiffened from the amplified signals of good feeling."Ah, oh, oh, oh," he moaned in pleasure.Emboldened by his sounds.