”She giggled. “Thank you, Miss. Let’s go make music.”So we did. And we were good. The violas tight and precise, the strings melded beautifully...She was better; confident and absolutely in control. Her opening chords were noble and passionate – just the right balance of lateral movement with pressure, so her tone was warm amidst the tragic tired post-War lamentation of the first movement. Her spiccato semiquavers in the second movement flew off the bow like sparks, like butterflies, like. I load the 5 drinks on a tray and walk them over to the group standing around the kitchen island eating pizza. “ here you go girls. These ones strong. So get ready to party all night” my offer met with happy cheers and laughter. I walk around the island to pass out the drinks. Patting Courtney on her ass secretly as I pass behind her. She looks at me with a guilty smile. Courtney’s phat ass stretching out her grey cotton pajama shorts. Frayed around the edges and tight because she obviously out. ..like reddening the beef before skewering. Each time he passed my mouth he slipped in his cock for a second or two, started to drive me crazy to suck him off then and there but he slipped out and went on around....till the next taste of him. He started to rim me too after a little while, - first whipping the crack then licking and kissing it so as to take away the pain....his Daddie was getting harder than he'd been for years....his tongue seemed to be as straight and as long as his cock, -. Could I come to like it, I don't know." Even given what it means to a western man?" What do you mean?" she asked."In some parts of the world anal sex is a method of birth control. The man has to have sex, but the couple can't afford another child. So anal sex. In the western world, with birth control pills and condoms, anal sex is a power trip. It's the man saying I own you. You are mine. I can do anything I want to you." "So, if you had anal sex with me, that's what it would mean?" This was.