Reynolds was a piano teacher part time and offered to give melessons for five dollars a week for an hour. He taught me the scaleswhich I practiced eve...y day after school for at least two hours. Manytimes four hours on weekends or until my parents asked me to stop. I wasten years old at that time. I also found a violin for next to nothingand practiced that downstairs in our basement. I became skilled in both.I also acquired a decent singing voice and sang for the school's choralgroup. The kids. Nothing much made sense when it came to Bill. He'd been out here so long the sun had got to him. I'd known the dour old French man to brandish a shotgun to kids like that before today. I guess they'd got him on a good day."Fill her up, while I take a piss." I said in a matter of fact way. He giggled again something in my use of words amusing him."Fucking French nut." Was my response from under my breath.As I came out of the john it was then I noticed the other car. A little sporty corvette. Angel smiled to herself for she had just learn that once again Master was right.As much as Angel wanted to calm herself she just could not shut off her mind. Her hands were also giving her trouble in their desire to work on the pleasure zones of her body. The picture that she had in her mind was still very vivid. She could clearly see herself as she had stood there in her bindings with her breast swelling by the rope bondage that had been artfully applied. Even now, while she was sitting on. Rachel sucked her clit in between her teeth and nibbled gently before licking her way towards her mistress slightly gaping hole and sliding her tongue deep inside it sucking the sweet juices into her mouth. Miss S stood up quickly as she realised what the time was. She turned to Rachel and as she brushed her skirt down and tidied herself she said “Swallow that mouthful of juice slut and get your face clean. There is a black dress laying on lounge in the next room. Put it on and come meet me.