‘Sure, why not?’ Ann said. The way things had been going the past few days, the fact that a guy wanted to dance with her was a bit of an improveme...t. ‘At least he didn’t ask, ‘wanna fuck?’,’ she thought bitterly as she walked to the dance floor with the stranger. Ann and the man danced to almost every number the band played after he asked her to dance, including the slow ones. She wasn’t sure if it was the drink, or what it was, but she found herself liking the way it felt being in the man’s. “Stroke your cock for me pet. I want you to be ready and excited for this. If we do this right, I won’t be the only one who enjoys this, but if you don’t… oh well. Sucks to be you!!!” I reached down between my legs and began to stroke my cock. It was already almost hard. I did not need any spit. Pre-cum was already dripping from the top of it in anticipation.She picked up the camera and snapped picture after picture of me. Some she shot in the mirror to get us both in it. She had me. I could tell from the pitch of her voice and the way her body began to shudder and tremble that she was embarking on a powerful orgasm. Graham was grunting with each deep thrust of his large tool as he fucked her through her orgasm, smiling and grimacing alternately as she twisted and writhed under him."Tell me you won't steal again, bitch, or I won't cum for you" he snarled through gritted teeth as he ploughed into her."No...no...I won't...I promise" Annette gasped as her orgasm continued to. ”“Please don’t, Miss Miller. I’ll practice. I promise.”“I’ll give you one more chance. You take this sheet home and practice it. When you return next Wednesday I’ll test you. If I’m pleased with your progress we can continue. If not I call your mother.”Miss Miller handed me a piece of sheet music and directed me to the door.I rode home and immediately went to the piano and practiced. I played for 2 hours every day. I was NOT going to let Miss Miller down.Wednesday came and I rode to my.