It looked like we might be staying here for the night, and I was envisioning the idea of spending the night doing nothing but staring at the stars and...talking to a stranger. Being ADD, I sometimes get impulsive urges to do or say things just to be a bit jarring, to provoke people, for a kick. Or perhaps it was just my boredom with always doing things the conventional, accepted ways. Anyways, I didn?t really have a lot to lose.`Why don`t you suck my cock?``OK, ` she said nonchalantly, and leaned. As I did she grabbed me by my wrists and pulled my arms out straight.Now, Carla, get her good!Wherever the brat found fat she grabbed and pinched hard, laughing at me. In between my thighs, my sides, belly. She worked me over good. Even though it hurt bad, I could feel myself getting aroused. I gritted my teeth as she kept the pinching up. Her aunt kept encouraging her and they both were laughing.Get on your knees, bitch.As I did, Ms Ochoa, still holding my wrists, put her foot in my back. She put on one of them while I got dressed for work. Then we got into the car and I dropped her off at her place. Things went very well for me. I felt inspired as I hadn’t in a long time. As a result, I felt and interpreted the music on a raw, emotional level. I got plenty of praise for my sound. Je’Varrus, one of my oldest friends in the orchestra, waited until we were by ourselves and told me that I was ‘glowing.’ I told him that I had found someone very special. He smiled and said he was. My hands reached around and began to fumble with the three clasps holding the black brassiere together. No matter how many times I had done this with prior conquests, I hate the fucking things.Mother, to my great pleasure, did not laugh at my adolescent fumbling, and just stared at me through the mirror, sitting upright, with hands flat upon the top of the table before her."Do you want me to stop mother?" She did not say a word, and just continued to stare at me with a odd wild look in her blue.