I blinked as I got used to the light.Our trainer led us to the dais. A single guard stood there. He was an older man with stern eyes and a brown moust...ache that seemed out of place on his face somehow. He carried a black coiled belt in his hands.“First lesson sluts!” our trainer bellowed. We all stopped and had they lined us up in front of her straight. She stepped in front of me, and then asked me my name.“My name is” was all I managed to get out before the slap snapped my head around.“You are. Her teacher was a bassist, and came highly recommended by the staff at the school. She had no idea that the lessons were to cover far more territory than music.She had heard rumors that he was strict, but also supportive in his role. The first lesson was rather un-eventful. He was polite, and offered her some suggestions about phrasing melodies and creating solo riffs.It was only at the end of the second lesson that he came to her side and told her to sing from her diaphragm, not her head. She. She let out a small moan as my finger went deep into my birth-hole. I gave her a small kiss and went ahead to eat her pussy. I told her to spread her legs wide open and lie down back and enjoy.I started licking her juicy vagina and I could already feel some of her juices oozing out of it. My both hands were busy playing with her boobs the whole time. As I started licking more deeper and faster she got out of control and started letting out huge moans.“Ahhh Rahul, fuck your momma you. This particular conversation contained many images of the same woman's body, interspersed with texts back and forth.Charlie loved when his online friend shared such pictures with him. He excitedly typed, "Holy shit, you do that??" You know I did" came back almost instantly. "Had to share my art with someone who appreciates it."This conversation had begun months ago, when Charlie made a post about looking for people near him with similar interests. An account by the name of NormalGuyAnon replied.
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