.. Like I said, one-tracked-mind!“Hey, what if I tell Sylvia I just don’t need her now!?”What an insensitive bastard. I knew Sylvia and she was ... good pianist. Probably better than me or Jamie. She WAS a tad homely, but under that was a very interesting girl.I huffed, “What? How long have you two been practicing your solo?”“Since we got back from winter break. She won’t mind ... probably.”“Bullshit, she’s a very conscientious person. I’ll bet she’s been practicing on her own for hours and you. Looking up he saw a car sliding directly towards him. Thinking quickly he dove towards the street, next thing he knew he was on a sheet of ice sledding towards the intersection below. Acting quickly he reached out and grabbed at a light pole. Not feeling anything he reached up just in time to see the parked car make contact with his head. Slowly opening his eyes he saw nothing around except a glowing person, figuring his glasses were just glaring cause of some snow he went to rub them. But he. "It'll make the rest of tonight easier."***Roger Kelly awoke in his own bed, groggy and disoriented. The morning sunshine slanted through the blinds across his face, leaving warm stripes across his exposed skin. He ran his tongue across his teeth to see if they truly were growing hair - they weren't, but it sure felt like it - and rubbed what seemed a month's accumulation of crud from the corners of his eyes. He was in the middle of a jaw-cracking yawn when he noticed a soft beeping coming from. You squirted without my even touching your pussy. Your agreement was if I made you cum you would continue training sessions with me. But I’m a fair man so I will give you the full hour to decide. Shall we continue?” he asked.“Yes, Sir,” she agreed.He sat down and snapped out a command, “Lay across my lap, slut, so I can spank you for cumming without permission!”She gasped and said, “I didn’t know I needed to ask!”“You should have asked anyway. Sluts do not control their own orgasms; their.