No sense placing all my eggs in one basket that may get blown overboard or something. Always nice to have backup. Oh ... yes, the duplicate ran on a d...ifferent radio frequency, so I wouldn't burn a hole in my chest by accident.In a concession to James Bond-ism, the radio transmitter that would activate one or the other of them was in my belt buckle – 'Q' style.The older, more cumbersome C4-like plastique was in bricks in my backpack. That was for later.I snaked back into my sewer hide out, well. I reply in a shaky voice, “You’re fucking me like I have never been fucked before, leaving me unable to think, only feeling your thrusts and getting lost in the moment of orgasms like never before.”First time in the last six or seven years feels like the first time ever in life, as his stiff manhood invades my pussy sliding in right to his balls; my wetness and my blowjob already acting as natural lubricants."This is what you want, Becky? You want to be my slut for the night, don't you?" Darren. I didn’t go any lower than that as I didn’t want to alarm her plus I wanted to see her reaction. Surprisingly she didn’t say anything. On my next rep I did the same thing only this time on my way back up she said…“You’re not going down as much as before. You’re barely touching my palm.”I responded with a little fake heavy breath, “Oh, okay….” And then went a little lower on the next rep resting my ball sack right in the palm of her hand.“There you go!” she said. Then as the fullness of my balls. The next morning she called her old manager friend, Barclay, at the Maverick Club and when she convinced him she was serious, he arranged for her to try her hand out again on the dance stage that very evening.Catharine had much of her exotic dancing wardrobe still but she went to some of the stores and upgraded some of the outfits and lingerie she had with new things. Catharine spent a couple of hours rehearsing that afternoon in front of a mirror and she felt she was ready to give this one.