But I like to play records and try to find the bass-lines. It’s not too different with a real bass. But I can’t look like this if I’m supposed t...o be a rocker. In fact, I want to be someone else entirely. I still can’t picture myself on stage.’ ‘We’ll get you a disguise. You’ll look like a rock star, never fear.’ The others were turning up now. Ho was afraid they’d veto the whole thing as soon as they saw him, but no. They were grateful and very nice. They all had silly stage names, like Ful. He’s been hurt by his father, his mother, his stepmother ... hell, he’s lost everyone he’s cared about. He keeps it all bottled up inside, deep inside, and never lets it see the light of day. It’s no wonder he’s having a crisis when he finds out the universe isn’t as simple as he thought it was.”“It’s not that,” the blonde woman remarked defensively. She paused before continuing, letting out a long sigh. “Okay, maybe that’s part of it. It’s worse, though. We’ve taken away him. The extraction. I don't need a man to have a little fun,I thought, trailing my thin fingers down the planes of my body; over my swollen, sensitive nipples, past my stomach, and finally to my quivering pussy lips. Moisture was gathered there, warm and wet against my skin."Mmmm." I breathed, flicking the sensitive nub resting there. Slowly, agonizingly, I trailed a finger down the length of my pussy, trailing over the juices that appeared with complete willingness. After a moment, I was about to push a finger. She whimpered, her breasts jiggling, and then she gasped as she popped her cherry. Her pussy engulfed half my cock in a heartbeat. I groaned at the hot, silky, virginal flesh that swallowed my dick.“Mr. Michaels!” she gasped, throwing back her head.“Damn, Vivian,” I groaned, grabbing her ass. I held her butt-cheeks as she lowered her pussy further and further down my cock. She swallowed more of me. “That's it. Enjoy your reward.”“Yes, Mr. Michaels,” she whimpered.She bottomed out on me, her.