I grabbed her butt cheeks and, sure enough, felt warm flesh instead of cloth...the dress WAS illusion!"Ah! What the--? No, please stop..." she pleaded...I wound up, and...SMACK! I connected a solid spank to her shapely ass."OW! You fucker!"For that I gave her three solid staccato smacks. The reward for my audacity was her dress disappearing. I could see red welts in the shape of my palm starting to form on those lily white cheeks."Shit! Tom, please! I..." Her voice started to cut in and out.. ”“I would stay here child. Maybe he want bare your behind for your whipping. Besides, you’re in enough trouble already!”“Mom, do we have to tell dad?”“I don’t see where I have a choice, it’s all over town. I don’t want to get a whooping myself.”“Oh mom, stop kidding around.”Janyce’s mom’s face shaded crimson, but remained silent as she got up from the sofa and walked away.Janyce Criss left to find the newly minted man also now nineteen years-old while she thought over her situation, but did not. Being a woman trying to make it in the jazz world as a trumpet player, I knew was going to be hard. I just didn't know how far I would have to go.”“Miss Gallow, how did your audition go?”“It went well. I made the band and was soon given the lead trumpet position. Dean Mayer was making my dreams come true.”“Will you share with me what happened at these private lessons? How often did you have them?”“I met with Dean Mayer every day after class for about two hours. He helped me work on my technique. "I took myself in hand. It wasn't difficult, for the situation did excite me despite myself. Also she turned her legs towards me and the sight of her sheer nylon clad legs and her short tailored business skirt were very attractive. My erection was very firm."You have a nicely shaped cock, and I can see your balls are quite large." she told me. "Come over here will you?"I approached her and she tok my balls in her hands exploring them and rolling them in her palm."Yes, quite big. Good. We'll.