He sit on Rossella’s legs and start to massage her neck.He slowly go down and when he arrived to her hips my wife spontaneously get off the towel fr...m her ass.It seems to be an invite for Julio that start to put the cream onto her ass.He go down massaging the high part of her left thigh, and spread a little her legs.When Julio passed to other leg my wife spread them a little bit more, so from my position on a chair I can catch a glimpse of her trimmed pubic hair.The room was too dark to see. As Karen drew the bow across the violin strings she felt as if it was strokingher heart, drawing music from her soul, her whole body quivered to hear theorchestra swell, to feel herself under the control of the man before her. Her eyes flicked incessantly from the score to the Maestro, from the inkblack of the notation to the jet of his eyes, and she played with more passionthan ever before, uplifted by the music, orchestrated by the Maestro, her bodyswaying in time with his baton. There was. His ears were working but not well. Everything sounded far away and indistinct, almost as if he were hearing through water but that couldn't be it."I knows you awake, asshole," the voice made that last word two separate and distinct phrases, with the last phrase extended for two or three beats. "Now open you goddamn eyes!"Cal tried, he truly did. It wasn't easy. His left eye didn't want to open for anything. His right could barely get to a squint.If he had known what was waiting for him, he. She was starting to panic again when he stopped and pulled out. "Breathe deeply through your nose, Little One." He waited while she did. "Are you with me, Little One?" She nodded, tried not to swallow too much soap, and opened her mouth again. Cursing was a habit she loathed and desperately wanted to stop. They had agreed that she was never to curse and that there would be no second chances or leniency. She would suffer this as gracefully as she could. He ran his hand through her hair one time.