. !While the male dominated applause started, I walked over to her and gave her a really great kiss. I felt a change of spotlight color on us to see a... heart-shaped light on us, “That’s my girl, her name is Jennifer.”I slapped her on the butt, and she giggled and left. I turned and walked to the orchestra and said, “Brubeck” and they played, the classic “Take Five,” with Stella Van Kirk getting the solo this time on the saxophone. It rotates around, I mandated that.After that, we played nine. Linda moaned in earnest, objecting to his abandonment, then gasped in pleasure as he quickly stripped off his own shirt, and pulled her back into his arms, as the feel of his bare skin against her breasts pushed her arousal up another couple of notches. She barely noticed as his hand crept between them long enough to loosen the fastening of her pants, allowing Steve to slid his hand down the back of her pants and begin to tease her ass cheeks, and to stroke along the edge of her thong where it. She looked down and saw a limp little member. Perhaps an inch long and looking like the sad head of a turtle poking out. She hated such a small and weak looking cock. She hated her boy for his weakness now.Her face turned to amusement, to anger, to rage.Her hand shot out and grabbed his ball sack; she felt a testicle inside and grasped it in several fingers. She squeezed, and hard. She pressed it so tight her teeth gritted together. Under hear she could hear the cry, the moan, and the agony of. This guy, not bad looking, was doing alright, I guess, though he was one of those who needed to ask about my orgasm in the same tone as a status report. And when he asked again (it wasn't happening), I thought, God, I could be drawing, I could be making something in the world, and creating something that would make me happy.It sounds cliched, but I focused on me. Instead of surrendering to my urges to do something wild, fun, or sexual, I started working part-time, took out loans, and went to.