I could feel his eyes on me. Feel them as if they were hands. I was very excited. I wanted to joke in bravado, to laugh as if it didn’t matter, but ... simply sat there feeling aroused and being looked at. ‘You can stand up, Lena. Now the skirt, please.’ He said in a matter of fact way. I stood without thinking. By standing I had half completed what he had told me to do I realised. It was like I had already agreed the second part. My mouth opened and I looked at him. I felt myself shaking. He. She looked up slowly and then leapt to her feet. "Maestro!" she gasped.Kristian Timermat smiled at her. "Not since Solomon have I heard anyone play that first movement so slowly, perfectly and with such beauty. The lightness and timing at the start of the second movement was exquisite and I could find little to fault in the third. You had one little stumble but that was all."Libby could only nod."You are a very gifted pianist. Are you performing here?" No," said Libby. "I'm helping out a small. “My modesty, of course!” I insisted as I clutched the skirts to my waist.“You swam as nature made you outside without modesty last night, did you not?” she asked and when I nodded she pointed out that the skirts would only get dirty and torn. “You’ll move a lot quicker if the strap connects directly with your buttocks in any case,” she insisted.I protested but Madame told me that if I did not want to receive the strap then and there in the center of the main house for all to see that I should. Once he was fully inside, he gently pulled out to half way and would slowly pull a little out and push back in, teasing my ass with just a bit of his cock. After what felt like hours but was only minutes, he was grunting and panting at half his stiff prick in my tight hole. "Oh fuck it's too tight baby, it's making me too horny to fuck slow" he told me. Before I could speak his hands were all over my ass grabbing and squeezing it, "oh yeah, who's my hot ass little trap?" He asked as he groped.