And he guided both me and the audience through his life, through the ups and the downs, using his own music, and sometimes the music of others. It was...in truth a real musician’s version of memoirs, with notes and vibrations guiding us through the landscape of his life. With music we covered almost every emotion known to mankind, our two voices blending, mixing, making sweet musical love. I sat on my chair, on stage, my physical reactions to the music sometimes subtle, sometimes clearly evident,. She was sobbing now, and through her tears she could see people watching her, including the nice policewoman, who was crouched down with a playful smile and watching her asshole spasming. Her own colleagues had turned away discreetly, but the police and citizens seemed all to be enjoying her show. The second turd tumbled into the pan with a splat onto the first one, then she blew out a resounding wet fart and a load of wet, loose shit poured out onto the growing pile. She tried to look away. Rather, he sought to assemble an army of mercenaries from the protestant dominions of Germany."Worthy Abbot," Count Reinhardt started, for the emperor's emissary was the prior of a monastery in Ghent, "you mean to tell me that His Highness wishes to lead an army of Protestant soldiers against France and the Holy Father?" Not against the Holy Father, I assure you! Against the League of Cognac, which to join, his worldly advisers erroneously convinced the Holy Father. Never would His Imperial. I licked up the center of her breasts and started licking her nipples in long, drawn-out strokes, interrupted periodically by taking nearly her entire tit into my mouth. While I was working her breasts with my mouth, my right hand started its journey back down to her smooth crotch. She repositioned her ass and allowed her knees to fall apart slightly. I resumed the same motion that I had started when we were standing. Using my index, middle and ring finger, I started playing with her clit..