After I shot in number eight I expected Jen to continue ranting, but to my surprise she didn’t say a word. She calmly retrieved the ball and dropped... it back into the table. No sooner had the ball touched the surface then I had fired in the tying goal. Jen dropped her head and banged it lightly on the table. My palms were sweaty with anticipation and I urged her to hurry up and drop the last ball. She looked up at me through her messy, but still sexy, hair and dropped the ball. I fired it right. ?" She gave Wes's jeans a tug at their waistband. Wes lifted his hips as Nadia deftly tugged his pants and underwear off. His erection sprung free and proudly pointed upwards.Once Nadia helped Wes out of the remainder of his clothes, she propped herself near his stomach, one hand lightly circling his erection while the other one caressed his testicles. "Does that feel nice?"Wes just nodded, his eyes closed, his attention focused on the delightful sensations originating from his crotch. Nadia. I want you laying over the bar, feet on the railing. Here, I’ll help you.”Nodding, not daring to question her, I faced the bar and carefully stepped up on the attached brass railing that ran about a foot off the floor, balancing precariously on the balls off my feet. I was still shaking enough that I’m not sure I could have managed it without her guidance.“Bend over for me. Good girl,” she encouraged me, pushing me gently down on the clean hard surface. It was wide enough that I ended up with. ” I whispered it. His eyebrows lifted immediately, but he didn’t say anything straight away. “What do you write about?” Was he genuinely interested or would it be spread about the cast and crew before they even started rehearsing? I ran with it. “I write about a stage manager who almost gets caught in the act with one of her actors,” I said, my voice trembling, but my clit starting to tingle as my imagination take over and worked out where this could lead. “Really?” he said, with a guilty.