" I stared back into his face only to find his expression was genuine, no hint of ridicule there at all. My jaw literally dropped open, this wasn't ac...ually happening was it? To me? "You are so arousing, I couldn't help but picture you in that sexy thong..." His statement caused me to gulp, my legs turned to jelly and a gnawing urge began to build inside me. Slowly he moved in closer still, lowering his face to mine, the whole moment seemingly in slow motion. "Can I kiss you?" he murmured. I. Maybe it was his accent, which sounded similar to an Australian accent, or maybe it was the way he phrased his sentences which were much more formal than I was accustomed to. Maybe it was seeing his beautiful brown eyes that had previously always been hidden, or maybe it was the smile he gave me. Whatever it was, he was alluring and from that point on I began to notice him and I caught myself watching him often. I noticed he is rather tall because the top of his hat would show over the gate. Next, he played part of Franz Liszt’s, Totentanz (Dance of the Dead). The sound his fingers tore out of the piano was angry, desperate, and filled with fury. It caught Isabeau’s attention.“Liszt is said to have damaged pianos when he played. Most will tell you that it was the force with which he played that caused the damage. They are wrong. It was his passion and his obsession with death that caused damage to the instrument,” the Maestro calmly lectured his student.“Come sit next to me,. .Aur ajeeb tarha se meri taraf dekh ker boli sir plz pc ko dekhein na kia masla hai iss k sath yeh hang kion hota hai baar baar main ne eik dam pc per nazar ker li or muse haat mein le ker check kerny laga muse chalnty hooey meri elbow uss k boobs side per lag rhi thi jis se uss k boobs side se meri elbow se dab rahy thy or main jaan boojh ker mazeed apni elbow ko uss k boobs ki side per press kerta jaa raha tha aisa kerny se voh khuch khuch sumjh gaee k main yeh sab jaan ker raha hun tou voh.