Oh yes, the nights of hot passion we shared was grand, I knew I would never forget those times. I would start off sucking and kising her neck and munc... litely upon her ears and start kissing my way down to the valley between her boobs and she would look at me through her sexy half-moons she did foreplay with and I would give Ella the kind of screwing she not only wanted but needed so she could keep up with her womanly needs.I did some piano practice as I had no intention on getting rusty with. The Baron was turning the page of the big book and as he did so his hand delved further, pushing her silk panties down to her thighs, his fingers moving closer to her secret place. The feeling that was circulating around her lower torso suddenly flared and filled that private place of hers with heat. She closed her eyes again as the rest of the world seemed to fade away, leaving just her and the Baron's fingers. Suddenly those fingers did something that she thought they shouldn't really do, but. As I did this, I noticed I was able to pick up bits and pieces from the pain. I heard voices and saw flickers of images in my head. The pain was being caused by "noise." Think of being in a stadium right next to the speakers. That hurts. What I felt was comparable to about a thousand-plus bands playing all at once through a thousand-plus speakers.Slowly, I developed a shield, if you will, to block it out. Finally able to relax, I let out a loud breath. Without warning, Ms. Sorenson (or ma'am,. Monique entered, saw Claudia and me and beamed a smile at us.She started her recital with an aria from ‘Le nozze di Figaro’.From the opening note to the end of the performance, I was held captive by Monique’sbeautiful voice, enfolded in a golden bubble of sound and feelings of love, hope, friendship, and joy.Every aria she sung rung in my heart and sanctified my soul.Sorrow vanished. Hate and anger were vanquished. Fear was banished, as her glorious voice, and the sublime music of the great.