Once again his hopes had been dashed by an audition in which his scrawnyundersized body was deemed too pathetic next to the lithe and buffcompetition.... No matter that he could dance rings around them and singlike an angel - and that was another problem, his voice. No-one wanted atwenty-five year old singer who sounded like a member of the Vienna BoysChoir.Even so, he thought he'd stood a chance at a part as an orphan in therevival of 'Oliver!' until the casting director said he looked too. Griselda smeared the unguent liberally over my whole integument and to my intense distress drew her mistress’s attention to the inevitable result of her ministrations to my private parts. My erection appeared to cause them intense amusement and they whispered in each other’s ears in a Brobdingnagian dialect that I could not interpret.Griselda examined my person intently as she was anointing me and announced that I was indeed sorely abraded and would need repose if my constitution was not to be. “Like the color?” she asked. “Dark blue, with a bow on the front. It feels like you read my mind this morning,” Mike replied then slipped two fingers in and began playing with her pussy. Ashley moaned with enthusiasm as he continued. “Oh, keep going. Make me wet.” “Were you thinking of me while putting your panties on this morning? “Oh, yes Mike. Oh god, the way you’re touching my pussy feels so good.” Mike was enjoying the state Ashley was in, but now he felt it was time to see what she tasted. Bridgit was about five foot three, and was a very shapely and mature woman. She was funny, attentive and sexy all at the same time. She wore a Kaftan type of dress that almost hid her most outstanding feature, her GG sized breasts. They were firm and I could see them swing and create impressions in the fabric as she moved her body with the conversation. I must have stared at them for most of the evening, wishing they would just poke through the fabric and attack me. I think Angela was wishing.