Well, on the opening night we noticed a lady and her daughter in the front row. The daughter was a charming young girl, oh about ten or eleven, I gue...ss. She was clearly so enthralled by the music! She sat forward in her seat and her eyes glowed! At the end of every movement she would jump up and applaud with tremendous feeling. Such appreciation is really a boost for the performers." Then at the next performance, there they were again in the front row! Well - they came to every. I pressed a buzzer and was let in just as two youngers guys walked out. Each gave me an approving look and stated that 'mature' (cheeky beggars!) women were their thing and that they would be back.Inside a young blonde lady wearing a white overall and apparently not much else asked why I was there. I told her that I was meeting Cindy. She led me along a corridor that had groans coming from rooms running off it and knocked on an office door. "Come in" said a female voice...Inside I found a sexy. "Oh? Now she wants me to put my hand in her front pants pocket? This is getting weird.I haltingly pushed my fingers into the front pocket of her tight-fitting jeans. I couldn't help feeling the warmth of her skin as slid my hand all the way into her pocket to grab her keys. I got them, pulled them out, and unlocked the door.Later that night, we were in her bedroom sitting on her bed watching late night TV as we sometimes do before I leave for home. In all the times we've hung out together like. " "Try anything and I will scream" I told him in a defiant tone."You can scream all you want, bitch. No one will hear you…” He said.He put one hand inside my pants from behind. I could feel his fingers reaching my vulva and touch it over my thong.Suddenly he moved closer and I could feel his hard crotch pressing against my buttocks. I turned my head over my shoulder and saw the cruel smile on his face. He let me and turned to my purse.“Look what we have right here in the lady’s purse…”And he.