They paid for lessons in piano and violin, hoping she would take a different path. Dakota dutifully worked hard on her lessons, practicing several hou...s a day on each. But whenever she had spare time, she would go with her parents to the studio to mimic the other dancers.By the time she had graduated from high school, she was only seventeen, and had managed to do it in three years. Each summer she had taken a full load of college classes too.Jenny and her husband were disappointed to hear her. The note had been vague, only letting her know that her wish to have her tits abused would be fulfilled, and not to worry about any mess she might make with her milk. It had made no demands as to how she should dress, or anything to bring, save for herself and the key. All she knew was where to go. After what seemed like hours of walking, but what her phone told her had only been 5 minutes, Jennifer stumbled into the alley on shaky legs. Her tits throbbed, her pussy twitching in response,. "Yes, it does," said Stefan while nodding his head and interrupting her in the process."He then told me to get on my knees, matter-of-factly while he unzipped his pants. I did so and ended up sucking his dick for the remainder of the half. He then told Stefan with a smile that the food was his responsibility now, and asked him politely to leave us alone. He did it in a very calm voice that had so much authority. It was so sexy. Then he came in my mouth."I sat on my knees, waiting for him to. I stroked his hair, and my eyes closed, feeling his lips begin to move upward, his body covering mine. ‘Danny,’ I whispered, my eyes still closed, his lips meeting mine in silent answer. I reached down and touched him through his jeans and he gasped and buried his face in my throat. He was moving against my hand, running his palm along the flesh above my bra, when my bedroom door flew open. I screamed. ‘Get the hell out of my house!’ My father, a hulking figure above me, lifted Danny easily,.