Without saying a word you slowly walk over to me and kiss me smack on the lips. Your breath is hot and a little boozy. I taste a hint of salt. You mus... have had a margarita or two. You step back to your bag on the other side of the L couch about 3 feet in front of me. A perfect distance to really soak in your curves. I'm always taken aback by how much of an hourglass your body makes. I love those hips, the slightly drooping C tits with your big aerolas and nipples that grow like a cock when you. Asking you if you liked the show. But not letting you touch. At least not yet." "I don't know if you'd be able to stop me," he murmured softly into the back of my neck. I could feel Jason's hard-on getting even thicker. And my pussy was dripping and getting very hungry. I was squirming in my seat and I knew that something very naughty was about to happen."Tell me, Penny. What happens next in our story?" I... I can't. Ooh. I can't think clearly." I replied with a light panting in my voice. I. Love, yes. But something clicked and I decided that those evenings that Mom sat there as my beginner's screeches slowly turned into identifiable music, those evenings that she sat through my recitals, I didn't have much to give back to Mom, but music was in my power.Another power I had was not to fall into the trap she fell into, the trap that produced me. I don't know how it all works, but I know that I'm not going to go off the deep end over some young lawyer with a fancy little car.I was. Anonymously. Well, what I thought would be fear, my brain interpreted as excitement! Part of the deal was that I would never have to say ANYTHING to ANYONE, that no one would ever ask my name or talk to me, and I'd be just a naked female body for them to hurt and cum into and use any way they want for their own selfish physical pleasure. That was the best part, feeling I wasn't responsible for once. That whatever happened, it wasn't MY fault and nobody could hate ME for doing something screwed.