The music is fetching her. Some of the notes have formed a bar sash that has slipped around her waist. Say, some of those naughty notes have made a ch...ord and slipped over her bottom playing on her robust cheeks. She feels no impulse to push them away.Mrs. M steps onto the balcony. Notes, visible to us voyeurs of the imagination, have encircled her and caress her. She seats herself on a chaise and reclines, knees drawn up and apart. Notes swirl around her gently touching and fondling her flushed. A giant wet spot could be seen on the front. "Wait, what are you doing...?" I asked. "Giving you what you want, Rache." She undid her own jeans and pushed me back on the bed, straddling my chest. I watched in amazement as she eased her hand down into her jeans until I could see her fingers manipulating her vagina inside them. Her eyes became heavy as she looked down at me. She drew in a sharp breath as she touched herself, looking down at me with a sexual avarice I'd never seen in her before.. “Of course it does!” She reached over and pulled him back on the bed. She lay there with her arms around him. “It hurts when we clash,” she murmured, kissing his shoulder. “I just want to hold you all the time and I know that stifles you. You need your freedom – the freedom to admire me while I drool on your pillow. I shouldn’t object. I love the way you worship me.”“Worship?” Jake asked, a little surprised. “Well, I guess you could call it that.” It was true, he realized. There wasn’t anything. One part of me wanted to just get up and run, but the other wantednothing more than for Leroy to fully make me his bitch. Without thought,I responded. I pressed my ass back against Leroy, moaned out loud, andreturned my face to Erika's exposed love hole.With that, Leroy had all the encouragement he needed. "You Daddy Leroy'snow, bitch." Leroy's tone was soft, yet matter of fact. There was nohiding it, my actions had left no doubt about my desires.With my face buried in Mistress Erika's.