At least for me, I had his bad behaviour to help me but for you, she hasn’t even done anything wrong. It must be very hard for you. Come back to bed...with me. We can sleep in the spare bed if you wish.”How could I resist her? I got up and we moved into the spare room. She cuddled up close to me and we just looked at each other for a long time. She then kissed me, not on the lips but on the cheek, the nose and even on my ear. It was like a mother may do to her child. All my concerns just drifted. You breathe in short, quick, rapid breaths. You feel the release, feeling another just as quick coming on. You thrust up again as you climax again, holding my head down for more pressure. I lift my head and smile, your juices dripping from my mustache. You lie there trying to catch your breath as I watch. I gently stroke your belly drifting to one nipple then the other. You move over and take my cock again. You push me down and look at my cock, fully erect and engorged with blood.. “Great, there’s our bench…” He said with a hint of glee in his voice. “Now listen, I know you love to talk baby girl, but you’re gonna be a good girl and listen to Daddy. Okay.” He cupped my chin in his hand his eyes glowing with excitement. “You want to make Daddy happy, right?” I nodded as he gently guided me towards the bench and positioned me on my knees on the seat and my hands on the table. “You see all these men here?” he whispered as he pulled my hair into a makeshift ponytail and. Screw the stinkin' kiss. As far as I was concerned, he could take me right then and there, and do pretty much anything he wanted to with me!"Come on down," he invited, "I could use a break." He placed the saxophone in a stand and sat down on the edge of the stage, patting the space next to him. I started down the steps tentatively, making my way toward him. Smiling, he took a sip from his water bottle, and then dismissed the pianist he had been working with. Funny, I didn't even remember seeing.