May’s grip was strong knowing she could easily crush the redhead’s hand.May laughed out loud, “Hey I’m May and you’re June. Looks like our p...arents were looking at the calendar when we were named.”Nicole laughed with her. May had consumed six drafts of beer while she was still on her first drink.“Where you from, babe?” May asked, swallowing the rest of her glass then signaling for another.“I was born in Toronto but moved to Topeka when I was two. I don’t recall any of it but I guess I’m a Kansas. She looked at Ella who looked so dominant, in control, furious, about to cane her Dad. As she looked so the teenager tapped her Dad’s bottom again with the cane, pulled her arm back, and with a flick of her wrist thrashed the cane downwards, there was a whoosh of air, the craaaccckk of bamboo on bare skin, Harold’s bottom caved in as the cane hit home, Harold gasped, his body tensed, he yelped, the cane bounced away from his bottom leaving a wicked red welt, his bottom cheeks bounced back, Ella. But she didn’t speak a word. Instead, I saw a melancholic smile on her lips then told me: “The concert starts in five minutes, better start walking. I’ll be watching you.” …The thought lingered in my head as I sat in front of the thousands of my listeners. I have long since been accustomed to the pressure of the stage but for the first time in so long, a strange and peculiar fear began to crack within me. Shrugging the thought aside, I sat in front of the piano and let my fingers dance.How long. Then again, again, and again. Each time I thrust into her, she pushed back, grunting. Actually, the sound is difficult to describe. Part grunt, part cry. Oh, hell, who cares what it sounded like? I needed her to climax soon, because I wasn’t going to last, so I reached around her hip and found her pussy. It was wetter than ever. I rubbed my finger hard against her clit. She reached down with one hand and repositioned my finger for a more intense assault, then left me to my work. Pull, rub,.