The next night she turned up promptly at 7.30 with the take away and some wine, once we’d eaten we went into the back room where I had my equipment ...et up. I have an Orange set up and two guitars, one a Fender, the other a Rickenbacker, which is my pride and joy. I gave her the Fender to play. I showed her how to play “Hold Your Head Up,” which is so simple. After about an hour she had mastered it, it was still not perfect, but, good for a first timer. She was buzzing and really keen for some. She thought no one was around but I saw as she tried to put it back right away."You're not lying to me, are you?" If I am, you can spank me," she joked. "I'm not lying. If I am you can spank and fuck me and still give me the 'F' grade I deserve." If you're lying to me, you're going to get much worse than that. I'm going to strip you naked and have all the boys from class ready to spank you but I won't let one boy touch you." Nooo," she moaned in distress. "It's the truth, Mr. Dixon. Valerie. "I though' ye'd gi'e up on me." He smiled. "I am glad ye didna, Missus, 'tis pleasan' to ha'e yer company once mair e'en afterr sae lang." I've been a little busy, Angus," she told him. "As you can imagine, we've had to revamp a lot of plans because of the delay."There was no need to remind him, and no point to doing so, that the "delay" was entirely of his own making. Still, she was a bit disappointed that he showed no hint of remorse when he acknowledged her. "Aye," he said blandly, "I can. We repeated our performance twice more, each time now the excitement building in my own body. I felt I had one more time for Rebecca left in me before she would become too much for me, before I thought I'd lose control; something I really anticipated enjoying with her. This time I embraced her closely. I moved my arms from the crook of her knees and suggested she hook her ankles behind my backside. I now held her face in my hands, kissed her tenderly as I thrust harder and faster. Our tongues.