There was a brief flurry of movement, and then Tonya was pinning my wrists over my head, still straddling my belly but on her knees now, and Chrissie,...who I couldn’t see, was directly behind Tonya, her shoulders holding my knees up and apart, giving her full unblocked access to my pussy. I couldn’t move. ‘Well, slut,’ said Chrissie, ‘look at you, legs spread again. I think you need some satisfaction.’ ‘Thcwew you!’ I said. Stupid lisp. ‘Good idea,’ said Chrissie. She was purring. My eyes. I gesture you to hold the cloth in place, while I use my fingers to comb your hair back, and then onto your chest from the left side of your head. I cross my fingers on your stomach from behind you and kiss the nape of your neck. I move to caressing the right side of your neck with my tongue and lips. I feel your muscles slowly relaxing, and your head tilting to the left. Your skin feels so soft from the fresh water and the sun, I can't help but to close my eyes and enjoy your feel. My tongue. It was in fact like dining outside, something we had done often. She perused the shelves, something you might expect when in the home of a museum director, looked at the photos, most of them my own and settled down next to me. In this space, a tour was rather passé, I had little in the way of enclosures, except the natural barriers of the walls, the space reminded me of the museum in that way. The exception was the restroom, which was attached to the private living space at the rear. ‘The. She came to the end, dropped her hands in her lap, bent her head and quietly cried with the emotion of the experience."That was beautiful, young lady," said a voice beside her.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.