Nothing

Lois gritted her teeth, unwilling to answer, even as her lover drew in close. Blaze's cock buried to the hilt in the reporter's puss and began a gentle rotating grind that smashed Lois' ass into the countertop. The shemale leaned down to whisper in her ear.

"Or perhaps you wish for them to do more than look?"

Blaze's tits smooshed into Lois' own as the shemale practically lay on top of her. Lois looked over at the crowd that still stared silently, some of them rubbing themselves, others recording, all flushed and eager with anticipation, wondering what was coming next.

"Your cunt is mine." The shemale's breath was hot in Lois' ear. "But there are...other possibilities."

The shemale reached down with one hand, and Lois felt something hot, wet, and hard circling her bare asshole. The reporter's eyes widened.

"I don't mind sharing." Lois was torn between looking at her audience and meeting Blaze's eyes. "Pick one, if you want them. This is all for you."

So saying, Angelica buried her face in Lois' neck, her hot lip sucking hard at the tender skin...and down below the first digit of her finger pressed against Lois' anus, eliciting a little cry. Then Blaze wrapped her left arm around Lois and lifted her up—the reporter's legs wrapped tighter around her waist—and now it was the shemale who lay back against the counter, and Lois on top...and her ass exposed.

From this position, legs on the counter, Lois had more control...she laid her hands on Blaze's shoulders and bounced a little on the hard cock, drawing herself up and letting her weight settle back down. All the while Blaze worked her finger in and out of the reporter's asshole...not too deep, not too rough, letting her get used to the intrusion, to relax her sphincter...and then Lois felt Angelica's other hand spreading her ass cheek, and a second finger probing next to the first.

Lois took a deep breath, trying to relax. She hadn't done a lot of anal play, but she wasn't a blushing virgin...and she swore an audible gasp passed through the audience as the second fingertip slipped in, opposite to the first, stretching the reporter twice a wide.

Lois gasped, not in pain or even pleasure, but just at the unaccustomed feeling of the cool air touching inside her asshole, as her lover slowly stretched it open, a little more and then rest to let Lois get comfortable, but never letting it close, never pulling her fingers out...just waiting for it to relax and then stretching it open a little more...

It was an invitation. But to whom?

Lois surveyed the onlookers. She couldn't believe she was even thinking of doing this...

"You," she pointed at one of the onlookers, then crooked her finger in a come hither gesture.