Teachers at school. Allthe other boys. It was so strange hearing those cute little voicescoming out of them. And it made me.... it... I couldn't ex...lain it,but then I was talking to my friend Cassie, and she said, "It makesthem all seem to cute and adorable, doesn't it? It makes we want toprotect them."The next week we went to the football game. We never watched the game.We just went behind the bleachers and smoked and snuck booze whileducking all the dickish teachers who came around to. "I meant fool around, like play some music. Maybe you could play for me, or we could play a few pieces together. It would be fun."I thought about it for a heartbeat or two and then agreed. "OK, but you have to play for me too. Fair is fair." It would be fun.When we turned on the lights in my studio, there on my piano bench was her violin and a portfolio full of her music. I didn't remember her leaving the violin there and I don't remember the music at all. Had she planned this before we left to. "Don't worry, just treat her like a whore and let her have it."Giulia's face grew bright red as she looked down, where Martina had opened her mouth wide right at the base of her pussy, waiting patiently."Please, give me your piss, milady," Martina said again, meekly.I heard Giulia moan softly, and something began to trickle, then Martina started slurping quickly and greedily. I bit my teeth and forced the rest of my hand up her asshole, feeling her sphincter tighten around my wrist as it. She seated herself on Rahul’s mouth and locked it and made him lick her juicy pussy with her hands playing with his dick over the jeans and squeezing Rahul’s balls. She then started enjoying the licking as she went deeper into his mouth.Rahul wasn’t able to breathe. She was about to cum but she didn’t stop and continued grinding her pussy on his mouth. She then left all her juice in his mouth and made him lick it fully.Pooja then removed Rahul’s jeans and tied both the legs with another rope so.