“Were they good to Cindy?”“Oh, yeah. They thought she was wonderful, a prodigy who could play with any symphony. But they mentioned you, too.”...I looked at Beca in disbelief.“Accompanists don’t get mentioned in reviews,” I stated flatly. That isn’t how the music business works.“Look at this,” she said, holding out the newspaper. She’d circled the last paragraph of the review. “Marvel broke the recital mold when she turned to her partner, Jacob Hopkins, for the ‘Ladeado Tango.’ The encore of. When a lever is released, the cage (with you in it) catapults you high in the air. That made me scream like hell. As we were coming down each time, my skirt was blown up round my waist, but I guess that no one saw anything because I was sat firmly in the chair.I say no one saw anything, but that's not true, when you get into the cage you're strapped in with a belt round your waist, and one that comes-up between your legs. The young man that strapped me in must have had a right eyeful. I don't. Drinks over dinner enhanced this mood. The motel was cheap. The king size bed left just enough room for the small single trundle bed the staff rolled in. Michelle decided she would be happier in a sleeping bag on the floor, allowing me to have the trundle bed. The trundle was setup beside the main bed and Michelle made her bed on the only floor space left, at the foot of the other beds. We prepared for sleep. It turns out we all prefer to sleep in the nude at home but brought something to. Oh, that stung. Her pussy clamped down on my cock. "You like that, don't you? You're a horny little cunt who likes being disciplined." I let go of her hair and she laid her head on her hands. "Punish me" She whispered so softly I could barely hear her."What did you say bitch?"A little louder this time, "Punish me." I still can't hear you, cunt. Say it louder." PUNISH ME!" She screamed."You got it, my sexy, slutty slave girl."I dropped the brush and grabbed her hair with both hands and pulled..