I'm the same way: the music becomes the center of one's being. Stoney was in the zone. That's what I saw with Stoney. What I saw with the audience was...transformational. The faces changed. I don't know what they were expecting, but I know what they were hearing, and it was good. No, better than good.And when my flute came to my lips, I was playing for the orchestra, my extended musical family, and I was playing for Mom and Dad, and when our eyes connected, I was playing for my Stoney, the. I had made up my mind that Mrs Potter wasn't getting her money back. "Look anyone sees those discs and tapes will know you are a dick and pussy ridden woman. I want you to be a cunt for me, SHUT UP you are not in charge here. I want you to suck and fuck on command, Now take off your clothes or get out."Watching a society cunt, crumple right before your eyes is a hell of a kick for a kid. Well, sure for a kid like me anyway. I looked Mrs Potter in the eye as I watched her go from violently angry. In a slutty way.” After dinner, I had put on sweats, so I had easy access to my cock. I’d only come once, and another orgasm would be easy.“Like in ‘come fuck me, daddy’?” she asked.“Exactly.” I was so turned on, my cock was rock. I couldn’t help but ask, “Hey Abby, is this turning you on?”“No,” she insisted.“Consent?” I asked.“Consent,” she said. She’d fight me, I knew, but that was part of her kink.“I think picturing me sucking on Jacob’s cock is totally turning you on,” I said. I squeezed my. He had a very lusty look in his eyes. He got up from his seat, reached and placed his hand on Harry’s shoulder. An uncertainty was written on his face. He was fighting, not to look like a loser. His hand put a squeezing pressure on Harry’s shoulder and caused Harry’s stomach to flip. He could disobey the Professor and leave only against his will.Seeing Harry stay still and not move to leave, Professor smiled and his hand reached for Harry’s books. In this attempt his hand brushed the young.