He entered the room as the doorway finally cleared some. The room was set up for the orchestra, and musicians everywhere were putting away stringed in...struments. Richard approached a nearby violin player as he loosened his bow."What just happened?" Richard asked."This girl just put Mr. Menlos to shame," he said, with a laugh."What?" She just got up there and..." He shrugged, unable to explain."Who?" Richard asked, a knot forming in his stomach for some reason."Um ... I don't remember her name. My pussy is literally on fire." April laid her head on my chest as her hand gently stroked my cock, keeping me rock hard and ready. She looked down at her hand on me and said, "Damnit, okay I believe you! I believe every fucking thing you told me, just stop torturing me!"I stuttered out "Stop tor... what?"Suddenly April lifted her hips and had her shorts and thong off her body in less time than I could say 'Fuck yeah!' She pulled my hand as she slid to the floor onto her back and said, "Come. The man wasn't payingattention to her other hand, perfect for her."No, I am not going to." She chewed on a bit of saliva that was deepinside of her mouth. After her statement, she spat right onto his cheek.He released his hand to wipe it away. His eyes were flaring, lifting upwhile he prepared to yell at her.That was her moment. When his mouth opened, she quickly jumped forward.Her weight carried her so that she could force the feather right againsthis tongue before he pushed his mouth closed.. Anyway, as the time for us to meet approached, I was becoming more and more aroused at the thought of being fucked like a cheap whore. Why was this so arousing? Was there something intrinsically exciting about being treated that way? It seemed that there was, but what? I was determined to get to the bottom of it. At any rate, at least I had access to the experiences needed to find out. Well, no more time to ponder the deeper meanings of all this. I left the office with my wig in a bag, and.