The wraith, if that was what it was, put her finger to his lips, and slowly vanished...…… The day after the Rusalka performance was a deliberately...restful day. To prepare for the next day's repeat performances—an abridged matinee and a full evening—the orchestra and lesser singers were called merely for an afternoon's 'corrections' of last night's more precarious moments. They were not in stage dress. Vanessa wore a loose-fitting, comfortable mid-length cotton dress—a washed pink printed with. But behind the wet bar Ben’s rigid prick was filling my pussy walls and hitting every spot inside my cunt, including my clit. I could feel an orgasm building, and I had to fight the urge to pick up the pace and push back on his gently thrusts. Within a few seconds, a climax was again exploding through my body, sending tingling sensations up through my torso, and reaching the tips of my nipples. Again, my knees became wobbly, but this time I was held up by Ben’s huge dick, and his continued. No my baba.. You are not hurting me or offending me.. Its just that today you had made me feel that I am wanted.. That I am a woman and that I have the ability to cum and have sex. Today you have made me a woman again. I am grateful to you and shall always remain your and yours only. From today I am yours from my body and my soul. You are my master but you are also the master of my soul. I thank you for making me.. What I was.. A woman.I just hugged her again and said.. Veena I should be. ” Her heart raced as she lifted the hem of her tank top up and over her head, her long blond hair falling to almost, but not quite, cover her bra. She reached behind her and unfastened the hooks and tugged the lacy fabric from her body. Her pussy was getting wetter as she dropped her bra atop of her other clothes; then stood again; being watched with his intense glare. “Now, resume the position girl. You deserve this for being such a little slut and watching porn.” She leaned over, her C cup.