More of an impression than anything,” he said. “Mary Ann is quite a good teacher, and I can see her handing it over one day soon the way Ms. Mille...r did for Ms. Castle.”“Hard to imagine sweet old Ms. Miller as ever being a dance teacher,” Belle said, sitting back. “She can barely play the piano any more, her arthritis is getting so bad.”“Shame,” Bud said, glancing over at the way his daughter said, legs akimbo. “She loves dance and she loves you guys.”“Yeah. We probably don’t acknowledge her. I decided to consult with Gina and see if I could get her to encourage Fran to continue to open up and use her full voice."I hope she'll listen to me, Ed. She does have a great voice and she can use it if she wants to, but she needs to have the courage to try it and see that it doesn't fail. That's what I'm trying to do with Stronger and Not Ready to Make Nice. She can do it, but she has to try and succeed to convince herself." Well, that's our challenge," I said. "If we can have both of you. She checked the message and smiled. She loved role playing and could tell that today was going to be the school girl fantasy, one of her favorites. Amanda, when in pigtails, looked 19 and innocent. This was, of course, ironic considering she was far from innocent and her fantasies were even further from such purity. She often fantasized about being gangbanged by her husband's buddies and being seduced and dominated by her good friend Lisa. Amanda sped home and obeyed her husband's commands. "Oh Rachel," he said in a husky nervous voice, "I see you're ready for me."The sexy blonde was in the centre of a device strewn room. She was standing though not fully upright. Rachel was on tip toes, eight inch heeled boots the black rubber up to her thighs. The boots were so tight they seemed to mould to her perfect calves; her ankles visible in the tight material her thighs gripped firmly by the boot tops.She had no skirt instead her full white ass and hips were bare followed again at her.