I never thought I was going to experience this in this manner. I tried to focus my mind on the concert and to surviving all this, but my hypersensitiv... pussy had other plans for my mind. Shutting it off. From the violent impulses I started orgasming wildly. I could not control myself, my mind shut off and I was just floating and moaning in the emptiness. Then they changed their position. The older conductor lay on the ground and pulled me to sit in his cock. I didn't sit in it. He pulled me in. It closed upon the girl and illumined only her. It brightened as she transformed into something larger. Her face changed, her hair grew darker, her robe hung loosely and was rent in tatters. As she grew her arms and legs revealed the grotesque outlines of another's bones outlined against her skin. She was no longer the girl. She became someone else.She was Vitelli's long dead mother.Approach me, my son!Vitelli felt himself dragged forward, his feet sliding on the thin carpet. Neither his feet. It wasn’t easy to remain still and leave her exposed to him but it was easier than having to endure a far worse punishment. Mehmet touched the rag onto Olivia’s leg, running it up the inside to clear away all the blood that had dribbled down. That done, he moved the cloth up higher, touching it gently against her sex. Olivia jumped and squealed once again but Mehmet used his free hand to push her down against his knee and with her fully restrained he could be rougher, aggressively scrubbing. I mostly surveyed the scenery. Beautiful women everywhere. I watched the play of their faces as they chatted comfortably. Centuries of knowing each other, and they never ran out of words to exchange. The two oldest of them, Betty and Salomé certainly looked deeply involved in whatever they were discussing. Then it struck me. Those two couldn't be more physically different, and the distance between the middle of Africa and Northern Europe would have been vast before modern times."Uhm, excuse.