The orchestra members where decked out in the tuxedos furnished by the school and everything was set to go. I had been in the pit orchestra the previo...s year and knew that everyone in the cast wishes each other good luck by saying “break a leg”, or something silly like that. I had never gone backstage before, because the orchestra and the cast had little in common. However, Kathy was a friend and I decided to go back to see her.I walked from the pit, up the wooden steps, and through the thick. He visited my house several times on his way to work to give me a thorough groping. A few times leaving me standing there with my panties pulled down, my bra unfastened and a huge hardon as he hugged me goodby on his way to work. He always had the biggest bulge in his pants during our doorway visits. He told me he would jack off in his car after our visits. One morning I met him at the doorway naked wearing just high heels. I was soo hard! I asked him if I could try something. He said ok. I. Her wandering mind was interrupted by the second lash taking one of the two pegs from the left breast the final nipple peg now left she knew in a strange detached way that there would be more strokes at that tender spot. She was not wrong, it took two more strong strokes, her body jerking about as each stroke struck, blood running freely in tiny rivulets from the torn skin, as the each lash landed and she began to really orgasm for the first time in a huge way, her screams perhaps tinged with. " Trough said once they had begun moving off.We followed the young man through an entryway and across a small room into a large room filled with some very comfortable looking furniture and a large fireplace. We were hardly in the room at all before a large, burly gentleman and a matronly woman came rushing in from the other end of the room."I am Wick Shavrom. This is my wife Violet. You have a message for me?" Yes sir. I am Weaver and this is Wind. We just left the Taraval Spring. Cap Shavrom.