Things devolved from there. Going back to Elton John they went straight into 'Crocodile Rock' and didn't let up until they were through 'Saturday Nigh...'s All Right For Fighting'. It was rock 'n' roll piano at it's finest.'Middle of the Road' by The Pretenders kept the crowd moving while Tony worked his way back up onto the stage. You can do a lot with a song like that, including turning it into a 15 minute jam session. By the time the harmonica solo came around, Tony was back on stage playing. Mom looked at me a bit intimidated by the topic, had I said anything about last night she seemed to wonder. "Be nice, it is not easy to be a boy today". I sat there smiling almost getting a bit turned on by the attention. "Susan, you are just jealous after that Brad the wiener screwed you". She turned away muttering something before plugin in her music once again. Mom gave me a stern look. "John, will be nice and apply some sun lotion on my back and I will try to forgive you cocky behavior". I. I want him. All of him.I wriggle from his embrace, and I push him onto his back. Kneeling, I simply look at him. He smiles as my roving eyes meet his. He's striking. The very embodiment of every lurid fantasy I've ever had of men like him. My eyes wander the every curve and bulge of his muscled torso. The well defined abs. The sharp crease of his pectoral mounds. The small s**ttering of curly black clusters of chest hair. My eyes linger on his beautiful cock, hard and erect as it lays so. Two days previously Mistress had inserted a butt plug in Mary’s arse for the first time, and since then she’d been wearing one every waking hour. They’d started out small, barely larger than a finger, and had increased in size. The one she had in her now was nice and thick, and Mary could feel it shift slightly inside her with every step she took, every time she sat or stood or shifted her hips even slightly. The sensation was driving her crazy, keeping her in a state of perpetual arousal..