I handed it to her, and asked ‘What you writing?’‘Just a few lines about what I am feeling like these days, maybe for a poem, perhaps a song’ ...he smiled at me, and slowly stood back up, her hands brushing down the back of her chequered school skirt. I realized she was caressing her pert little ass and smiled.‘I would love to take a read sometime, if you would let me – I promise I won’t take the mick too much…’ I joked. As I was a private music tutor, she knew I meant it, but liked the playful. He kept mylegs spread apart, and applied some lube to his index finger and slowlypressed it into my ass. He slowly moved his finger in and out of my ass,then he lubed up two fingers and slid them into my ass. He worked my assfor about a minute or so, "I hope that feels good, I want to make sureyour pussy is nice and lubed, you got me horny as hell and I can't wait tobe inside of you." I smiled back at him, "no it feels good." Now hecleaned off the excess lube off of his hands and grabbed a. Red and white strips. Talk about fun! For my bathing suit ... a blue string bikini that looked amazing. And then I wore some blue flip flops to match. I had practically stopped wearing all my stilettos, having found that flip flops were incredibly more comfortable, and so much easier to wear ... especially if the night included a short trip to the beach, as many did.So yeah, enough about clothes. The gang was coming over about an hour early to help set up.And it was two hours until they would. 'Stephen, may we please take thirty minutes? Her blood sugar's low.'Thankfully the director clutched at that tenuous straw and agreed. Greene gently but firmly took Tiffany by the elbow and guided her out of the studio and down the labyrinthine corridors, with Mel in tow.Tiffany strode with confidence down the hall, now with her closest ally on hand. 'Miserable selfish cunts, wasting my time like this... you saw them!'Greene never answered. And so Tiffany continued. 'And as for Melanie, I hope.