Then I kissed her, and she flowed into my arms.She wiped her eyes and said, "Hi, stranger." Hello, my love," I replied."You mean that?" she asked."I d...," I said.Her hand smoothed its way over my stomach as she kissed me hard, and then dived for my panties under my skirt."You're wet!" she hissed in my ear."I am, and that's a fact!" I laughed.We stood on the sidewalk staring at each other for a couple of minutes. The joy of seeing her and the happiness that came along with it made me babble. At first he humored me when I said I knew how to play. Then my questions proved I knew what I was talking about. When the music started I was surprised to feel his hand on my shoulder guiding me to the door. The bouncer tried to stop us but Charley waved him off. He led me to the stage put a spare guitar in my hand and gestured for me to play. His band mates looked at him funny for a few moments but his bright white smile reassured them. Too bad it didn’t do the same for me when I saw the crowd. “It’s ok.” She says her voice shaky with it being very obvious that it isn’t ok and I have really shaken her up.“I’m really sorry.” I apologise again as I take my arms from around her and she walks shakily to my bed where she sits down her face pale and drained of colour.“No, I’m sorry, it’s just she used to do that except she never hugged me and it was a bit more, well violent.” She tells me referring to her ex which makes me feel even more guilty as I hadn’t even considered that what I was. I took my time thrusting into her trying to bring her to the edge of climaxand then stopping but I quickly sensed she was doing everything she could todeny me this pleasure. Taking a quick time out from my thrusting I brandishedmy crop and gave her a vicious lash across her boobs. I told her I wasn't satisfiedwith her performance and if it didn't quickly improve her boobs would havepermanent scars. This did the trick for when I resumed thrusting she acceptedme the best she could and from.