There was a woman on the phone with a headset on her head, but I didn’t see anyone else. It really wasn’t like a retail store, it was kind of a c...oss between a showroom and a storage and dispatch area. It had some nicely placed samples on the wall, but then there were lots of rolled up carpet, and other odds and ends around too.As I stood there a minute, really taking in the room and finally getting a good look at the woman on the phone. A very cute face, some nice cleavage, with a seriously. Best. Christmas. Present. Ever!When I started to settle down and my brain was no longer hazy, I felt his mouth on my breast, his tongue swirling around my nipple.I blinked down at the top of his head. An aftershock made my body tremble. It was then that I registered his cock throbbing inside me. Still moving in and out in gentle but deliberate motions. Reigniting the fire that had started to die down.He looked up at me suddenly, the heat in his eyes sending a shudder straight to my core. "Can. This, plus the fact that it had been several months since I had been inside a woman, worked its magic on me. I turned loose and shot an unbelievable load of cum INSIDE her. She had NEVER even mentioned pulling out to cum. She HAD as I was starting to blow, tell me to GIVE her my cum INSIDE her pussy. We laid there until we got our breathing somewhat back to normal, and she then rolled over and took my dick in her mouth and sucked and licked it until I was completely clean. She asked if I wanted. Dean Mayer was making my dreams come true.”“Will you share with me what happened at these private lessons? How often did you have them?”“I met with Dean Mayer every day after class for about two hours. He helped me work on my technique as well as playing in stressful situations.”“Miss Gallow, please go on, how did he help you play under stressful conditions?” “The first month of practices were not too far out of the ordinary. I played a lot. I played every piece he threw at me. He told me that.