I never heard it on the cello."I could tell from her breathless expression I had made a major hit. The Shubert was okay. Shostakovich was his usual ir...nic self. I loved the Tango. I mean, how can you not love a tango? It is sensuality expressed in dance. It is the rhythm of love. It is vertical sex set to music. I held Alison's hand during the tango and the heat of the music was reflected in the heat of our hands clasped together. I suspect that half the audience would have been naked and. I obeyed instantly, and began to push against Sarahs tight rosebud. There was initial resistance, but the lube helped and I slipped an inch in. Sarah yelped, and her breathing became ragged, but she didnt say Waterloo so I kept pushing. Her asshole must have been virgin. It was so incredibly tight that every nerve ending in my dick felt like it was exploding. As I pushed in deeper, it only grabbed my dick harder, and I couldnt help moaning. Sarah was sobbing again, but her shaking gasps were. If you stop before I tell you, you get whipped"After a few stumbles and groaning as the crop lashes my ass for stumbling, i get the hang of walking in heels. "Good slut. You've got the hang of basic walking. Now time to swing your slutty ass so I can see what a whore you are"Again after a few tries and whips i get the hang of it. You make me walk around for a while getting me used to walking around like a whore for You. You untie me from the light fitting and pull me down onto my knees. You. And that we will benefit from it and our bond will strengthen.It will be a win/win situation for us.I don't know why but her talking about this topic so openly got me aroused.Then I thought that her idea isn't that bad at all.In my mind I saw a muscular young man having sex with my wife in different positions and me leaning comfortable in chair without have to worry to satisfy my wife anymore, because thats's her young lovers problem now.I could come clean if the replacement is capable to.