I sent out the orchestra, with Honey on the trap set, to a big celebratory applause. I love that sound!My wife pushed me out to my keyboard getting a ...wonderful sound from this huge crowd. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and left.“That’s my wife, you guys ... be nice.”The wolf whistles trebled. I laughed out loud... Stood there boldlySweatin’, in the sunFelt like a millionFelt like number oneThe height of summerI’d never felt that strongLike a rock{br}I was eighteenDidn’t have a careWorking for. And if the films I’d watched were fiction, then the standard of acting, the set designs, the wealth of contingent detail, the sheer realism of the portrayals, matched the best in cinematic art. Was that plausible? Add the reappearance of Specimen Five’s victim, Virginia, at the castration, and her emotional response to Melanie Siddall - rape victim meets castratrix - and the evidence started to look credible.The fourth and fifth points indicated that someone with wealth and power was organising. When he opened his eyes, he saw Isabella sitting on his bed. She was wearing one of his shirts, which only made him smile. “Good morning,” she said, flashing him a flirty smile. “Hey. How did you sleep?”“Excellent after the sex. Thanks for that.”He jumped up, his eyes wide. “You were awake?”“Duh. I think I realized what was happening when you licked my pussy.”Jason sighed and leaned back. “So you aren't going to tell Mom and Dad?”“Why would I? I liked it. Nice cock.”She motioned to his penis. She responded by raising both knees so they could enjoy looking at the tiny white scrap of white nylon between her legs and buttocks, it was the ultimate high for Claire, and she felt a delicious wetness in her panties as she allowed her knees to drift apart very slightly to show them her lightly covered sex.For almost an hour she lay there feigning sleep but in reality savouring the admiring glances of both men and women alike.She heard two girls giggling and stifled a moan of pleasure as one.