However, she had her father’s gift for making others enjoy themselves and be happy. And this is the story of that very daughter. ...His daughters name was Lauren yet, her friends called her Laura. She was now ten years old and beginning her first day of fifth grade. Like most kids excited for a new year of school, she woke earlier than most would ever think of on a Monday morning. She happily swept up her towel and began to walk down the hall for her shower. She wanted to be. I had cut my teeth on this piano, in this life. I'd seen evidence of it in Mom's photos. Unfortunately, I had no memory of it. But ... I had access to this piano now, didn't I?In the previous life, I'd started piano lessons at six. By the time I was eight, I was winning talent shows and recitals. It just seemed to come naturally to me; my piano instructor had told my parents, "He's a rare talent." Later, my emerging love of rock and roll encouraged me to transfer my talents to the electronic. "It's someone who likes pain. Being physically hurt and tortured turns them on."Pyx turned a deep red. "Oh dear," she whispered."You know. Like when you bound your breasts, or when I strung you up and whipped you, or when you tried on Vonda's nipple clamps, yesterday."If possible, she turned even redder, all the way to her breasts. "You saw that?" she asked."Sure did." I made a mental note to work with Pyx on her self-acceptance."Vonda is a natural masochist, too. She likes to be tied up and. I did as he said and pulled my panties up and then my leggings. he then wiped his cock on my leggings leaving cum marks on my ass. he said i want niggas to know i fucked this white ass bitch, now clean my dick off boy. i turned around and took his dick into my mouth and sucked on it for a bit until he was satisfied. i leaned back and looked up at him and he said boy pull my pants up. so i pulled his underwear up first and once i got them up i could see the outline of his wet cock so i leaned in.