One of the major orchestras had recruited the latest heart-throb conductor, a thirty-year-old Pole with a lock of dark hair that fell across his foreh...ad to be tossed back dramatically whenever he was summoning a fortissimo from the brass. He had been hired for a cycle of the Beethoven symphonies; our chorus were required for the finale of the Ninth. At rehearsal, the wonder boy wasn’t happy. His problem was with our contribution to the last movement. He put down his baton, leaned on the podium. So once when I did that and exited the toilet, two of the girls were there waiting – “did you enjoy that?!” they said pointedly, making me flush up and scurry off. Eventually I couldn’t take any more and simply stopped and pressed up outside Her office, gawping at Her as the spunk rose and then my knees crumpling as spunk pumped into my underpants. That’s a wanker. A girl will drive me to extremes and there’s nothing I can do about it, I just have to cum in my pants with my eyes on Her. Not by. She was playing with fire. ‘And how easy do you think it is to lie?’ She knew on some level that she should not have challenged him, and she knew it from that question. ‘Pretty easy. You just say something that isn’t true. If you act like you believe it, then no one will suspect a thing.’ ‘And how easy is that?’ ‘I don’t know, I’m not a liar like you.’ ‘Ahh,’ he said with a smile. She thought she was doing well. ‘But you said it was easy. Tell me, if I were to tell a lie and convince you to. . escort her down the path of sexual discovery... and peel her layers slowly, one by one... sadly though, I would have to content myself with projecting (or dreaming) rather than experimenting...that morning I woke up and the dream was still fresh in my head... something very rare... and that was a delight that... it was graphic.. both erotic and sensual and seemed to last forever... so detailed in fact that no effort was needed to piece it back together... laying in bed alone naked... I took.