Ken just sat there behind his desk, listening to her warm up. He never seemed to get tired of it. She practiced every day and for a lot longer than an... hour. Sometimes it was scales, sometimes she'd spend fifteen minutes or a half hour on just one note, playing with it, creating subtle shadings and variations of it. Then she'd play through tunes, and although she did seem to have favorites, she also seemed to have an endless supply of different ones. He wondered how many she knew. This one she. Then she stepped out of her pants. She stood there in her underwear. "Now, or else." Abby reached back and unhooked her bra and let it drop, exposing her tits to the men but keeping her back to her children. Finally, she pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. "Very nice, bitch" said the leader and the others whistled. Abby was 5'5", slim and had C-cup tits that only sagged a little bit. She had large nipples and very small tan lines from her bikini that she wore at their pool. If I got the offer, I could take it - as long as I told her all about it when I got home.” “Which he did,” Connie confirmed. “Mind you, not all of them - most of them, really - weren’t as good at it as Connie. Not in the same class. And if I did find someone who did something a bit different, I’d just come home and teach Connie. So she’s been getting better and better. See what I mean?” Thinking back half an hour, I did. “But then,” said Reg, warming to his explanation, “I thought one. Progress was slow with Mary. In the following three weeks he only succeeded in stroking her bottom under her skirt and over her panties. But a fact that I must mention here is that once he had gained ground with her, he had no trouble whatsoever the next time to reach that spot again. It was as if her body was like a battleground, once she had lost ground, it belonged to the victor, afterward. But in the case of Mary, victory was only one way since it always ended with Mr. Kingston winning.It.