If we practiced them, it wouldn't be 'sight' singing.He wished he had brought something better to do. It was either read The Elements of Style for his...English class, or start sight singing in the lobby. Neither prospect was very appealing to him. He really wanted to be back in the dorm.Bzzt. At last, something to do! Richard checked the monitor, and saw a girl with a violin case at the back door. Richard pressed the button to let her in, and watched her enter. Then the screen was still again.. It didn't take very much time, and when he finished, he took a shower and called Joan. He asked when he'd be able to come by and get the info on the house. Joan told him any time, so he headed over there. Fortunately for the sake of her panties, it was a short visit. Ken didn't think that he could absorb any more energy, but he was wrong. Even in the short time he was there, Joan's emotions were swirling with arousal. With a promise to call her if he needed anything, he left. They'd be in touch. “That’s it, Keep going nice and slow”. Tariq instructed the rooky. “Your hand is applying just the right pressure and has the perfect pace to slide up and down my length. God! You are very good at it. I am sure you like it”. “Oh yes”. Jeer nodded. “Your cock feels awesome in my grip. I can feel it ripple, I can sense every ridge of it, I can nous the blood filled veins running all over and under the shaft”. He was very excited.“Are you ready for your next lesson”? Tariq asked. “Sure, tell me. He places a bowl in front of me and tells me to put my face in it. Nervously I do as he says. Thats when I feel it. The warm acrid trickles through my hair. The fluid on my face. The acidity of the smell. I pull away but his foot is on the back of my neck holding me there. The warm piss flows down my face into the bowl. I manage to take a few breaths before my nose becomes filled with it. His flow finally begins to slow and sighing he removes his foot. I keep my face in the piss knowing if I.