”“Yes, Madam, that would be Milady Carol’s way.”“For answering my question, feel like coming to Dominique’s with us tonight?”Frank looke... down at his shoes.“I shouldn’t, Madam ... I have work tomorrow.”“I’m a doctor, I’ll write you a note.”He looked up, his face aglow.“Yes, Madam, I would be privileged to serve. Would it be too much to ask a favor?”Margo smiled.“Sure, go ahead. Won’t promise I’ll grant it though.”“Of course, Madam,” Frank replied. “Could everyone living here, the Corral I mean,. Opening her photo gallery, she felt her cunt getting wet as she looked at the pictures she had taken several days ago. Louis, his dick buried deep in their teenage daughter's pussy; his cock sliding down their daughter's throat, then another where he had cum all over Sarah's face and exposed tits; then another where he had his tongue buried deep in Sarah's smooth twat.Paulina wasn't a stupid woman and her husband wasn't subtle. When he had suddenly started acting more cheerful and easy to get. One guy played "Sweet Child of Mine" in the wrong key. It sounded like nails on a chalkboard and cats getting murdered at the same time. The other guy played a Metallica song, and did a pretty decent job but it wasn't in Emma's vocal range.Finally it was my turn and I walked out shifting my guitar strap. I plugged into the amp and started playing "Hit me With Your Best Shot". I saw a smirk cross Emma's lips as I played the opening rift. She moved closer to the stage, looking up at me, watching. She almost knocked me over it was so unexpected. Luckily we each threw our arms out and basically bear hugged the other so neither of us went down. At this point she recovered faster and since we were face to face she actually kissed me before letting go. All I could do was attempt to apologize for not looking where I was going. Shawna just leaned into my ear and whispered that there was no need to apologize because she had been watching me and set it up so just what happened was planned. I.