It wouldn'thave been a problem if I was willing to sing the song with the class.But I wasn't."Look," he continued. "I understand your concern. I do. B...ut if we are goingto be singing with Sarah then we need to learn some of her songs to helpprepare us." Why?" I shot back. "We aren't going to be singing any of them at theChristmas concert. Why would we need to sing them?" Because..." he said before he stopped. He thought for a moment. "Because itwill help us to perform with you better. It will. As she ran her tongue up and down his cock, the young boy continued to gaze downward, admiring his gorgeous mother. She was wearing a string bikini that revealed her womanly curves and the teenager felt his cock hardening and thickening as he stared at her huge tits and barely concealed crotch.Fran murmured around her son's prick as she continued to lick and suck. Then she began to use her tongue as a whip, lashing it back and forth across the broad underside of his throbbing prick. She licked. " He clamped both hands around my throat and rammed his cock again and again into my shuddering pussy. "Die you stupid fucking cunt." His spit dripped down into my face in his fury as he squeezed and battered into me. I lost consciousness and he dragged me back into the bathroom kneeling on the floor with me, pushing my head into the icy water of the tub. I came to quickly choking and struggling and he pulled my head out of the water by my hair. He kneed my legs apart and shoved his big,. That makes me a daddy’s girl I suppose but when you have a dad as good looking as mine it’s only natural.He closes the door behind us and leads me to the chair I’m supposed to sit in while he takes the one facing mine.The chair is comfortable, I must admit and I relax a bit, easing the tension between my shoulders. “Your name is Cleo?” he asks in his all business voice, sounding so reasonable.I mumble an affirmative response, not going to make it easy on him.He starts to ask a lot of questions.