"How does it feel honey?" I inquired."It hurts a little, but keep on fucking". She said.Tom looked up at me, with a tentative look, almost as if he ...hought to stop upon hearing that it was hurting her, but he wasn't familiar with her fascination for pain like I was. I looked back at him, and said "keep on fucking from the bottom b*o, but only halfway like we're doing". His dick didn't miss a beat.Her pussy was getting ever wetter, and it was only a matter of time until she would be taking. I can ‘adult’ quite well, you know.”“I know. You’re level-headed.”“It’s that whole male-female thing, I know. We can do that right.”“I think so,” I said. My thoughts, however, weren’t quite as assured. Still, I looked at my companion over there and she seemed to hold none of my trepidation.The trepidation ratcheted up a level after we parked the truck. Meeting at the tailgate, she grabbed my hand, tugging me toward the entrance.She noted my questioning look. “Oh, don’t get nutty, Jay. Friends. .. I ... haven't any clothes," she stuttered wildly searching for an excuse."Pfft!" the maestro dismissed it. "You would not be appearing as a fashion model but as a very gifted pianist." But I haven't finished my training." What training?" The Royal Academy, in September." You need no further training to play the 'Moonlight Sonata'. What is your name, my dear?" Libby Morris, maestro." Do you play 'The Pathetique' too?"She nodded dumbly."Please play it for me, Miss Morris."She could hardly. Dixie has convinced them that you’re the guy. I’m thinking we can make some good money off this situation,” Willy said in my room a few weeks after Christmas.“What do you mean, make money?” I asked.“Look, Tim, you’re good looking, friendly, a good talker and have a great dick. I’m gonna tell them fifty bucks apiece, no matter what they want. I know they’re good for it. I’ll promise to stay in the room to make them feel safe and you do whatever they want and I collect the cash.“What about.