“Yes, but I know you’re a violist, not a violinist.” “Says who?” he snapped while retuning his viola. “I learned the violin first before I...switched over to the viola. However, I still kept my violin as it reminds me of a little girl that needs to be taken care of properly.” Soon, he had the palm of his hand on my face. He smiled when he knew I felt hot as he slowly pulled me close. I found myself kissing his hand, letting my lips feel the calluses of his fingers that spent much of his life. Her pussy had all the right moves as she moved her hips, fucking my cock like it had never been fucked. I was about to cum but I didn't want to, so I rolled her off of me, turned her over and pushed my cock into her pussy from behind."God, Jack you feel amazing. Please fuck me hard."I held on to her hips and pummeled her pussy. 'Yes, Jack. Don't stop."Her ass felt good as I pounded her, my cock delving deep into her tight pussy. She came in a series of small orgasms. "Come with me," I. For reasons I could never hope to explain,I found stroking, sucking and kissing the pungent flesh calmlyintoxicating. "Enough," she would finally say, "I'm hungry. Fix me somethingto eat." I would then prepare her a meal. I was not allowed toeat until she was completely finished with her plate. If what Ifixed was not to her liking, I would once more be spanked. Afterthe meal she would again command me to kneel at her feet whileshe watched television or read. Only at the end of each evening did. Paula minimized the IM window and peeked over her monitor to where Mr. Sean McManus sat filling out his new patient form. He’d wisely arrived ten minutes before his scheduled appointment, ample time for everything to be squared away: Dr. Angela Starr finishing up with her current appointment, Paula doing her thing behind the recep desk and the ever so polite Brits on the waiting room TV’s public broadcast programming sipping their tea and munching their crumpets. He finished the form with.