...Mrs Morton....I’ll get started on the survey.” Draining the wine from her glass and giving his hand a gentle squeeze she spoke with the confid...nce and refinement of a TV newsreader. “I can see I’m in good hands,” she said, in a soft melodious voice, playing absently with a silver pendant nestling in her cleavage. “Please call me Brenda. And you must let me know if I can hold something for you.” A door from the kitchen led into a delightful landscaped garden at the rear of the house. . “Let me play something for you both ... close your eyes first.” I heard him power something up and then it happened; he was playing some glissandos and ... music, from in front of me, and in back of me ... from all over ... and I could distinctly hear at least two dozen violins, then the French horns came in en masse, followed by multiple trumpets and trombones. I could hear clarinets, flutes, and piccolos, bassoons, oboes and a harp.“Amazing, Maurice ... how are you at sight playing?”“As good. "This the Unmarried women's dorm," he points but makes no move to go down.I give him a tired look and ask. "What, more rules?"This time he does not blush as he clears his throat. "Ah no, it is not polite to enter unless you are invited." Oh. Well come one down," I invite him. "I will never find Gwen without your help," I step up to the hatch and start sliding down the ladder. Not as fast as my last trip and with more grace.I land with a thump at the bottom. Saul is right behind me taking one. He imagined kneeling to masturbate as she pissed on him. He thought of her threatening with a crop as his gratefully licked at her click for her pleasure. Jimmy's fingers sought his tiny nips and stimulated them. Pinching and rubbing, alternating between pain and caress. His nipples were wonderfully sensitive and playing with them could turn his penis to iron. His lips and tongue worked at the silky nest covering his face, thinking of his mother squatting over him, queening her blessed cunt.