That and the interview of course - the question and answer, which I thought I'd aced. Talent would be a bit harder though. I did a piano recital, some...hing easy at first, Beethoven's Fur Elise, but I'd done the arrangement myself and I thought I could give it a lot of emotion. With the Beethoven it's largely a matter of tempo.My second piece was more difficult, a selection from Chopin that I struggled with constantly and more than a few people probably would have warned me away from it, if they. "I can go." Oh! No, no..." Megan said, shaking head. "It's okay. I don't think the girls will mind if you come in and join us for the night." She smiled her beautiful smile reassuringly. "I'm so sorry about Darla..." she added, "but you can do better." Glancing back at her friends, she said, "Can you wait a minute? I'll make sure everyone's decent, then you can come in. Got your clothes and stuff?"You nodded numbly, just wanting to get somewhere where you could lay down and maybe get some. “Stick it in me,” she said. By that time I’d figured out what that meant. I slid up to her and eased my penis into her vagina. “Move it up and down,” she said. I moved my penis around and she went wild. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder,” she screamed. I moved faster, kissing her breasts and pulling her blonde hair. My penis lasted quite a while. Mrs. Thompson was crying and moaning and kept telling me to “ram in in harder.” I was having the time of my life.“Wait a minute,” she said. . Doing what I do best, I invested a little time, hired a couple of experts, and it led me to where I was today.I heard the door slam, the clacking of her heels across the floor. I called out to her. "Cindy! I need you for just a minute, please."She stood at the door, boredom all over her face. "What? I've got a business dinner in forty-five minutes, and I have to change." Ten minutes is all I ask. I need your opinion on something, from the point of view only a woman can provide. I'll even get.