Catherine and Adrian were both stunned at this abrupt behavior. Recovering first, Adrian said, "Well shit, you don't waste any time Jimmy. All right, ...c'mon baby, no need to be shy, we're all on the same level now. Lets get to it. Show Jimmy what a hot little slut you are."Catherine gawked at Jimmy's body in childish wonderment, forgetting all about being sexy, her eyes riveted on his bulge. Finally, realizing they were both waiting for her to start dancing, she regained her precocious composure. I got up from the couch and walked down the hall towards the bedroom. On the way there, I glanced at a photo hanging on the wall of our wedding day, and I felt that tingling in my loins again, remembering the last time he had been here, and he’d had me bent over our bed, taking me from behind, hand roughly tangled in my hair, pulling me backwards into him, forcing me to ride his dick. Yes, I needed to do something about this calling inside of me; I was longing for him terribly.I got to the. But mostly just wanting to get the hell out of there.I sat back down on the cot and brooded. Sulked. Felt sorry for myself. Felt extremely sorry for myself. Got tired of feeling sorry for myself. Finally, I began examining my options.The room had no windows. No phone, of course. The very solid-looking hardwood door would not open. There was no furniture, other than the cot, and its riveted metal frame would not disassemble without cutting tools. The light fixtures were too far up to reach.. “Can I go inside?”“Sure thing! My mother has called a rehearsal. Go inside and save me a seat, would you?”She went in as mom repeated her announcement. The bus began to fill up. Ally and Peter took their instruments and placed them in the baggage section.“This looks like too many kids, Michael,” Mom noticed. “Did you add to the Gold Standard again?”“Yep. I think we have our final group here Mom. How tough is this to drive?”“Not so bad. We have eight students who are old enough to be drivers, so.