.. Jazz is not so easy to contain. Fun motifs and little thrilling trills are not enough. Your fingers fly over the ivory. The cute moans become an un...toppable flow. Roars and profanity. "Fuck me, oh...Fuck me !" But still the bliss finds syncopes and interstices to swirl pleasure into the music. The instrument obeys now, craves for more.You pound the keys, the hammers pound the felt. The Steinway shouts through its gag. A beast howling and gnawing its restrains. Behind the curtains, you can. The only surgery's I've ever had was a Tracheal shave and SRS surgery to get rid of my little cock, All the rest was through HRT, testosterone blockers and hard work.I bought a new outfit just for the party. I'm pretty sluty when I want to be so.I got a matching bright red lace push-up bra with white, yellow and blue flowers in the lace around the top of the low cut, pantie and garderbelt set. With shiny silk stockings. 7 inch bright red stiletto high heels with black bottoms. And the shortest. His eyes skimmed my flat stomach, my manicured hands, the heaving mountains of my breasts straining against the tightness of my dress, and the dark ravine of my long cleavage. Up front, my husband chatted mechanically with the cabbie about the weather and the government; I glanced at Gareth and tossed a stray curl off my shoulder and quickly looked down to smile to myself. I'd always fancied Gareth. What with that short shock of tight black curls, chiseled, masculine features, well-toned body,. "You didn't seem to object in the past."Pam closed her eyes, her lips releasing a quiet moan as she allowed herself to think about what it was his comments referred to.It had been almost a year since it had first happened and even now she knew there was no accounting for why she'd allowed it.Fifty three years of age, her three children having flown the nest she was happily married, or so she'd kept telling herself, and for that matter, at the time, so was Adam, yet for reasons she'd since been.