I found the strength of conviction to be a better husband and a better father. I found a spot in my soul that hadn’t been corrupted by a lifetime sp...nt pitching my songs to one place or another. And through her I’ve gotten to write with other immensely talented people – including the two gentlemen hosting this event and the two young ladies that are going to perform when I finally shut up.”His remark got the obligatory laugh but he turned serious again.“The life of a songwriter isn’t an easy. Muscular, tanned, he is also naked sans a black leather hood covering his face and head. The owner, the Master of the estate, he revels in the feeling, in the control, the utter dominance he now has over his latest arrival, his next project. He quietly approaches. Slowly walking toward her he hesitates, evaluates her incredible, tanned form. Appearing to be in her late twenties, her glistening body is athletic, yet curvy. A thick, tightly woven braid of her auburn hair sways across. You’re lying! You need to get in there and apologize.“ She yelled.“No.” I said.“Then I’ll make you!“ She shouted.I started stretching. I focused on staying calm, living and fighting in the moment. I had to block out outside distractions. I had to block out analyzing her movements. I had to rely on instinct.“What are you doing?” She asked.“Stretching. If we’re gonna do this, I don’t wanna pull a muscle.” I said as I finished up my full rotation of stretching.I took a battle stance. One familiar. I started by running the buzzing head around her tits right on the edge of her areolas. I let her feel the vibrations and the power of this amazing machine "Oooh, Daddy that feels nice," she cooed as I circled her areola slowly. I ran a circle around first one, then the other. Then I began a slow spiraling trail around her areola inward until I had almost reached her nipple. I grinned when I looked up to see Gina biting her bottom lip waiting for the buzzing to reach her highly sensitive.