All of our mouth’s dropped open when Eda and Cathy beat out a beautiful combined version of the transitional drum section.Before the girls led us in...to the main body of their song, I waved my arm and called for a break in the action. “E, can you hammer out that ending pattern on your high-hat and uh, then super attack that transition line, please. I want to try something as you play it, if you don’t mind?”“Yeah, sure, Mike,” Eda replied with a smile.“Are you thinking what I’m thinking, Cuda?”. "Hey, look. I didn't know there was a floorshow," someone said tipsily."Whoa," another voice offered. "A KINKY floorshow." "That's a guy?" Sort of, I guess." He reached the kitchen door, and rose as he pushedthrough it. Facing him were several members of the staff, waitressesand cooks, along with one waiter who eyed his exposed bodyappreciatively. Harold shuddered and blurted out, "It's not what itlooks like." A middle-aged Greek chef with a lined face said, "Sureit's not... sissy." The. ...yes I did, thank you."After a pause, "would you like some breakfast, Greg?" Yes, that would be fine, Mrs. C," Greg replied, still looking intently at her.As she turned and busied herself at the stove, Greg gathered his thoughts and tried to muster the courage to proceed with his plan, praying a silent prayer that it would work. When a few minutes had passed, he reached out and intentionally knocked over his glass of milk spilling it onto the floor by his feet.Hearing the accident, Mrs. Clark. She was blessed with a DD-cup full of white perky, full breasts with dusky pink nipples that began to harden under the powerful office AC. They tightened up to the size of gumdrops, and it brought a shiver down her spine. He whistled in approval as he lazily began to run fingers up and down the shaft of his dick.She was so unused to being watched so intently that it made her hands start to shake as she undid the zipper of her skirt and wiggled out of it. She had wide hips and a round firm ass,.