As he drove through the urban streets, he thought about what she said.He didn’t know why the thought of finding an actual woman to fuck didn’t cro...s his mind before. Every woman thus far approached him for sex. Would approaching a girl actually work for him? He thought about this and wondered briefly who would fit his tastes.He already heard Aurora’s thoughts on the matter as he thought this way. “It’s not about looks. Those will come with the change. It’s about who is worthy to join us. Not. But when I try to stand up so I would get my turn, one of the guys who had come in the room and had been watching all this grabbed my hair. "Hey" I say. "No." Open your mouth, cocksucker." "I'm not a cocksucker." "Oh yeah? You came in here, you bent over for a hard dick, and you sucked cock and you took a mouthful of cum. How's that not a cocksucker?" And I look at my host, the guy whose cum I can still taste, and said, "Look, you said we can take turns. It's my turn." "I said we can take. Why the hell didn't I think of that?!! I quickly did the same thing just before I felt a large cock pressing against my pussy.Fuck! Why didn't I do this before! It hardly hurt at all when that big, black cock slammed into me.I was aware of all the boys watching us getting raped by two more men. But it almost didn't matter now. Well, that isn't true. It mattered. It was incredibly humiliating. But after all I had been through it wasn't as traumatic as it would have been two days ago.I only hoped. ”The Maestro placed his fingers on the keys and played Frédéric Chopin’s, Nocturne 20 in C Minor Sharp.“A sad and somber piece, isn’t it Isabeau?” he asked the stubborn sixteen year old.She did not reply.Next, he played part of Franz Liszt’s, Totentanz (Dance of the Dead). The sound his fingers tore out of the piano was angry, desperate, and filled with fury. It caught Isabeau’s attention.“Liszt is said to have damaged pianos when he played. Most will tell you that it was the force with which.