Thanks for showing me what it is all about,” in my mostsincere tone.They chuckled together. “We haven’t shown it all to youyet, my d...ar.” I could see the delight in their eyes. “What do you mean?” I asked.“Tomorrow, lover, tomorrow. It is getting late tonightand we all could use some sleep,” Debra explained. “Nowlet’s go up and go to bed. Together, of course.”“Of course,” I replied although how she thought any ofus. I grabbed it with my left and put it against the wall so that I was behind her, holding her against the wall. My right hand fell and landed with a tremendous Smack! on her ass. She groaned with something more than pain. I smacked her ass again and now she was moaning, pushing her ass out to take more punishment. I smacked her a third time and this time I let my hand rest there to squeeze the reddened flesh. “Do you want it?” I whispered in her ear. She didn’t answer, so I spanked her ass again. Black snakeskin glinted where once there had been creamy velvet. Scorched leather wings hung crippled from her back. With a gasp she looked down at me in surprise. Her eyes were the same as ever. Cold. Blue and cold. Ice that could freeze a man’s soul. She gave me a wicked smile and her inner muscles tightened painfully around my cock. My fingers dug into her hips, trying to slow her down as she regained her interrupted rhythm. The room went dark again. Her body flared like a dying star,. I know his type. His old fashionedsuit, cane, cravat and strange manners, everything are specially designedto emphasize that he represents old culture. He may have a story or twoabout how Stanislavsky was his personal teacher. The company's technicianis showing a video of my performance to him."Where did you learn these steps young man?" The choreographer isturning his head to me and raised one eyebrow."I don't know, it is just came to me." Your dance steps and the whole composition are the.