“A type of accordion. Very difficult to play.”“Is that what you have over in the living room?” I asked, remembering the splayed instrument on ...her server.“Yes! That was his personal instrument.”“So you got the dancing from your mom,” I asked, “and music from him? Or did he dance, too?”“No, he definitely could not dance. He had polio when he was young and needed a cane just to be able to walk. But, he certainly could make the bandoneon dance.”“I guess he doesn’t play anymore?”“No. He is no longer. She was able to use her tongue to play with her clitoral hood and run it around the edges of her pussy lips. It was surprising just how supple this young woman’s body was!As she was doing this amazing Presenting Demonstration an admiring male fan walked up and said, “Well, hello there Miss Philippa Boyd. How lovely to see your pretty face and lips today.” Without a moment’s hesitation he bent in between her legs and gave her big wet pussy a huge kiss and a lick with his tongue. Before Philippa. "Where would we go?" She asked him softly."Not to worry my dear. We can either go upstairs or to my office, the decision is yours." What now she thought? She knew that Ryan wanted this to happen. She was the one who had placed the condition of his doing it first. That condition had been, or soon would be, satisfied. There didn't seem to be much more to think about or to say. Maybe Juan was right. Maybe, just for tonight she should stop analyzing and start feeling. "No, Juan the decision is. He was not gay, but he was very rarely seen with women. It was probably because of his opinion of women; some may think it was an old fashioned view mixed with some kind of anti-feminine view. He was a powerful man and believed that women were to be overpowered, to be owned. He believed that their only purpose was to serve men. The modern woman almost sickened him, he hated that women were actually able to control their husbands. That should not be where the dominance lies, any man that lets.