I picked up the pace and the moans got louder. finally, i came in his ass. I pulled out and he licked my dick clean. When he was done, I knelt down an... sucked his cock. I sucked until he pulled out and told me to turn around. I turned and stuck my ass out. Then he shoved his finger in. It hurt at first but the pain soon subsided. He then stuck a second finger into me and pushed as far as he could. After a while, he pulled them out and slowly inserted his dick. It was thick and my hole was. Mike froze, cursed, then gave the bag a quick once-over. There didn't seem to be anything amiss. Gingerly, silently praying to whomever would listen, he extended the handle and began pulling the bag down the hallway. Halfway down, there was another tiny sound -- this time, metallic. He stopped, and fell to one knee beside the bag. It was probably worth more than he made in a month, and there was no way he'd be able to replace it right now.Closer inspection showed that the zipper had given way. Her eyes flicked incessantly from the score to the Maestro, from the inkblack of the notation to the jet of his eyes, and she played with more passionthan ever before, uplifted by the music, orchestrated by the Maestro, her bodyswaying in time with his baton. There was a sweat on her brow, her cheeks were flushed, she wore a longthin cotton skirt to the rehearsal and beneath it, between her thighs, shecould feel herself becoming wet. This was passion, pure and unadulterated…..surely! "No!. I struggled and his leg was between my feet as I tried to close them. “Fuck off let me go you bastard” I screamed, holding me he said “Whatever”. Then as he pushed me trapping me between him and the sofa as his hand came up under my skirt and rubbed me between my legs through me knickers.As he rubbed me I was getting quite turned on, as I hadn’t had any contact for ages, he rubbed me up and down my pussy. Then he let go of my wrists and pulled my knickers down, still trapped his finger slipped.