Is it true what they say about violins? Do they need to be played daily to keep them at the peak of their quality? I do not know if a violin of wood a...d strings is that way. But, this violin, this body of mine, needed to be played.On Christmas Eve, we returned from Midnight Mass. I kissed my children goodnight and climbed into my cold and empty bed alone. Tears slipped from my eyes until sleep took me away.At first, I thought it was a dream. I felt my bed move so very slightly. I felt a faint. “I need your and Tripod’s help,” he said.“Sorry I can’t help you with your business,” I said.“Listen man, I lost something on the docks in Wilmington. I need to know if it was because a dog sniffed it, or someone talked. Now your dog needs to sniff a package for me. If she get it, we are finished.”“And if she doesn’t?” I asked.“Then I guess we are finished then to,” he said.I gave him a hard look. “Okay, but just this once,” I said.“How do I know you won’t go to the cops,” he asked.“I guess you. I need to get a new one. Just my luck, Ihave an important meeting."He rushed out the door. Midway through the morning Nicole was sittingdown for a break from her cleaning when her phone beeped with a textfrom Brian. "Haven't told you this week's penalty yet. If you give memoney I'll buy a new alarm clock. If not you'll be my new alarm clock.Wake me up at 7:10 sharp tomorrow with either a cheque or a blowjob."Nicole was stunned but couldn't deny her dick strained against the cagewhen she read. ..gonna...make ...me...ahhhhhh!" Her whole body started to shudder while her hands pinned down my shoulders, her hair falling into my face, I watched in awe as this beauty trembled in ecstasy with my cock half inside of her. Little squeaks escaped from her as the orgasm rocked through her. Her beautiful face twisted and contorted in pleasure and pain. Slowly, she regained her self control and opened her eyes. "Oh my fuck! That's never happened to me before! We didn't even fuck!"A voice came.