"Sorry, I've been working on a paper for philosophy. Didn't mean to sound pompous." Not at all. And you're right. Hope you get an A." Thanks, I expect...to." Dean, tell me what you think of the stuff these guys are turning out," Harry asked."Erotic art's been around ever since there's been bathroom walls, Harry, you know that. And I don't mean that pejoratively. It's everywhere. The wealthy Romans bought friezes and mosaics, the poor Romans wrote on the walls. Same today. I think Will's stuff is. From now on you do what ever I say. There will also be rules that you must follow at all times."Janice just sat there with her legs spread, showing off her pussy and listening intently to everything her son had to say."Since you don't seem capable of making decisions for your self, I will be taking control for you." Taking control... " These words echoed in Janice's mind. For some reason the idea of no longer being expected to make her own decisions made Janice feel secure. She would no longer. Haven't any clothes," she stuttered wildly searching for an excuse."Pfft!" the maestro dismissed it. "You would not be appearing as a fashion model but as a very gifted pianist." But I haven't finished my training." What training?" The Royal Academy, in September." You need no further training to play the 'Moonlight Sonata'. What is your name, my dear?" Libby Morris, maestro." Do you play 'The Pathetique' too?"She nodded dumbly."Please play it for me, Miss Morris."She could hardly refuse and. Lotti’s head came up and she looked at us. She held out the chains with the two clamps dangling in the ends.“Would either of you care to help me?” she asked.Suddenly Fay stirred and perked up with interest. A chance to play with those clips was too much of an opportunity to pass on.“Really?” she asked, “oh fuck, I’d love to.”She uncurled from her seat on the floor and crawled over to kneel in front of Sofi. Nervously she took the proffered clamps. She examined them carefully, working out how.