I...I can’t believe you’re in here.” She broke her embrace and slid up next to me on the piano bench. “I can’t believe you can play the pian... like that.” My heart raced; I think even she could hear it. I said to her in a low, graveled voice, “How did you know I was in here?” She turned her head gently towards me and looked deep into my eyes. “Mrs. Olson told me you played in here every day. I didn’t believe her, but when she unlocked the door to let you in, I slipped in behind you before it. Dad whispered and asked if I enjoyed that as much as he did and I told him it was great and wondered who got the final load. All he said was that he knew it wasn’t Helen. A few minutes later and the girls returned and told us we could take off our blindfolds. Then asked if we could identify who the lucky pussy was to be filled with our cum. Dad guessed Babs and I guessed Helen. I was right and he was wrong, it was Becca who took his load and she curtsied at him when he figured out who. I looked. "Since we first began talking," Kristen began in one of our earlysessions, "I have learned a great deal about the submissive male and whatmany women believe is central to the core of the male -- his desire toserve and please a dominant woman who loves him and is interested in whatis best for him as well as what is best for her and for their marriage orrelationship. It also seems, well to me anyway, that male submission isvery sexual and likely to be sexually expressed by submissive males. " So at this point I started trying to stall until she got me to that point of no return. I said, "I'm loving eating this gorgeous pussy, please let me do this for a little while longer." Still more urging me to stick it in. So then I said, "Okay, I just want to get a little stiffer from this awesome blow job so I can make sure it goes in perfectly." (Meanwhile I have a 100% erection.) Somewhat dubious she said, "I don't know it seems hard as a rock to me, but if you think you need more okay.".