She didn't think anyone was likely to be around on a Sunday morning. Whether anyone could help her was a question Bethany wasn't sure she wanted to as....They walked arm in arm to the door of the school. The frosted glass window was lit from behind and Bethany could hear faint music. It sounded like Vivaldi."The G. H. Harmon School of Dance", announced Dave. He swung the door open and bowed as Bethany's legs carried her inside.The main room was a large dance studio, occupied by two women. Bethany. He continued for a short while before he placed his condom on and eased his cock inside me. I let out a huge groan, mixture of pain and pleasure. The lube worked well though as he started to pull me towards him as he slowly, then quickly, pushed his dick inside my virgin hole. I began begging him to fuck me harder in hushed tones, he obliged and as I looked back through my legs, I could se my erect penis bouncing with each thrust. He put me o my back and slammed deep into me, folding my legs. Abhi tak bhi mujhe lag raha tha ki sach mein koi exam hone waala hai. Lekin hone waala to kuch aur hi tha.Phone call cut karne ke baad unhone mujhse mera naam poocha. Maine unko apna naam bataya.MLA: Acha to Nikita, kitne paise chahiye tumhe study karne ke liye.Main: Sir, 2 lakh to lag hi jayenge.MLA: Achaa (sochte hue)Woh apni chair se uthe aur mere pass aake baith gaye. Mujhe thoda ajeeb sa lagna shuru ho gaya. Woh bilkul mere kareeb hoke baith gaye. Unhone apna hath meri ek pair pe rakha aur. ..”“Yes,” he broke me off, “I recognize the work, wonderful piece, it’s called ... Murder & Mayhem. He is a fine creative artist, a twisted, angry soul ... shows his torture in his work. This is from his period just after his release from prison. They accused him of raping one of his models. Can’t trust her type, gold diggers for sure. Of course, she’s the inspiration for the woman in this piece, had to see in the dismembered parts, though.” He turned and looked at me, that glaring, lustful.