John, would you be so kind as to remove her pants for me? Slowly, so that she has time for… all sorts of thoughts, really.”I didn’t want to, I h...nestly didn’t. This wasn’t how I’d fantasized about taking off Sam’s pants.But I couldn’t fight the command. Tracy had me completely under her control. I could grit my teeth. I could scream inside. But my hands found the button of Sam’s jeans and undid them. My hands cupped her hips before slipping inside of the waistband of her jeans and slowly. Not being a musician, I couldn't really tell you. I sat back in the control booth, usually with Mac and Faolain when they came in. Rachael usually didn't grace us with her presences until about 1130 but I guess that was pretty standard since the other girls were working on instrumental things until then anyway. Honestly I didn't even bother to listen most of the time. Most of it was working on particular parts of songs and the repetition of these small sound bits is a little disconcerting to us. Piercing blue eyes, black hair brushed neatly out of her face, white teeth, and a smile that almost caused Sidney’s mouth to drop. Looking down, Sidney found it hard not to notice the woman’s breasts. They were the sort of tits you would dream about. Spot on in the body-size-to-boob-size ratio. Not too big or too small, and Siidney could see that this woman had a little bit of THO going on. “Ma’am?” the woman said.“Right, right,” stammered Sidney. “That’s nonfiction, 600’s, da da da, here you. Mrs Rawat whispered to me “Please respond. I promise I won't say anything.” I called out to him.The light now headed directly for us, and I barely got my dick back in my pants before he was standing before us. “Sahib, what is going on ?” pointing at the woman.“Umm...err....she was being....err......attacked. I heard the screams and came to investigate. We got into a fistfight and....” By this time the man was taking off his jacket and giving it to her, making me wonder if I should have done so..