I couldn’t have been more mistaken. ‘It seems that you’re attracting the wrong sort of attention, Pippa. So, I’ve had a word with my friends... in the band and they’ve agreed to let you be a little stage decoration for them.’ I couldn’t believe my ears but sure enough, I was being led backstage and up the stairs. As the band finished their set, Master Jerry led me through some curtains and on to the stage. He led me to a lighting rig, which had been situated centre stage and proceeded to. He needed to posses her with an urgency he hadn't felt in a long time.As he stood in attention at her entrance, he looked at her. She was more than ready. Her eyes were languid with desire for him, her soft lips were swollen and thoroughly ravished, her pink tongue darting over them subconsciously beckoning him to bury his tongue again in her mouth. She made helpless gestures with her hands trying to urge him on as she opened herself wider for him.How could he resist such paradise? With one. He was fully erect and just under 8 inches in length, his penis hung under its’ own weight. Her attacker smiled as he prepared to begin his desecration of Lindsay’s innocent body. Sliding his hands under the narrow band of elastic on her shorts, he quickly worked the material down to Lindsay’s feet, taking only enough time to remove one foot from its’ corresponding opening in the shorts. Grabbing her by the ankles, he pulled Lindsay to the edge of the bed until her abdomen was. I rolled over and attempted to sleep. I can't say that I slept any better that night, maybe it was the bed, maybe it was me... at any rate I had highly unusual dreams as I slept.The first one was of Josh trying to teach me to play tennis, and like usual, he pulled off his shirt. At that point it was fairly normal to me but it became weird when I couldn't resist the urge to stroke his chiseled chest. That uncomfortable feeling didn't leave even when I began to dream another one.This time, he was.