You’d be tickled to see the ease in which family men whore their nearest & dearest when the tables are bare- it’s back to god given commodities at...such times, believe you me. I went several days without in preparation. A man from the ghettos bartered me his daughter. He was weeping like a girl himself during the entire transaction. I tried to walk away, really I did, but he kept grabbing my sleeve whenever I turned, begging me to take her. What else could I do? I didn’t want his family to. I turn back towards Jose and ask who he is and he explains to me that he met him a couple weeks earlier playing soccer. When they were in the changing room he said he caught Miguel catching glimpses of him when he was changing and he knew that he was into men. He said that they started talking about and that I came up in the conversation and that Miguel was interested in meeting me. Accepting of the situation I smile at Jose who then looks over at Miguel and tells me "I have one more surprise. Through all the emotions whirling around in my mind, I could only get out one word, a question really.“Why?” I spit out, my voice barely carrying across the room in my dazed and tired state.“Hmm?” Frost had a questioning look on his face as if he hadn’t heard what I had said or didn’t care enough to answer my question.I gritted my question out once more, “Why did you do this? Why betray everyone? Why reduce your student to such a pitiful state?”This time, it seemed, my voice had been heard as. " And with that, she hoists up her cello and begins to play.It's a chamber music composition that starts with a long, languid passage before swelling into an up-tempo creshendo. Marie times it perfectly.I stand barely two feet from her, torso arched, stroking myself closer and closer to orgasm. Her recital nears its climax just as I do.On the edge of erupting across the floor and perhaps her cello as well, I force myself to stop. My slippery, mushroom-shaped cock tip is crimson red. The veins.