"I've waited so long. I finally get you. I really finally have you," I mumbled into him. He more then likely couldn't understand me, but I didn't care... I was perfectly content with being held by him. Except I wanted a little bit more. I pulled away from him, only to look into his eyes. "You're beautiful. You're mine. Now kiss me," he said, almost as if had read my mind. I reached up to my tip toes, and he leaned down a bit, and our lips met. His lips were soft, perfect, everything I had dreamed. ..”“But nothing,” I cut in. “The rate now is 72 percent in a lot of cases. Almost three-quarters of the money from disc sales goes to the label. Half of the tour gross goes to expenses. It’s fine for somebody like you or like Liz. It isn’t fine for the Chelsea Romes of the world. When you toss in how little streaming services are paying the young artists and how expensive it is to try to make a living playing music, the model is broken. Over the last decade, producing music has gotten. ‘Mmmmmmm,’ she moaned and squeezed my hand in her thighs. ‘I’ve found the box. Here, take it from me.’ She pulled it nearly all the way out and I reached up and got it. ‘I’ll hold onto the shelf while you put it down. Then you can help me get down.’ I set the box down and returned to steady her. She took the first step slowly and, as she moved down, my hands moved up – under her skirt again. ‘Oh, Darling, are my … stockings alright?’ ‘Your stockings … and lovely thighs feel wonderful.’ ‘Your. You look at me with your cheeky smile again and you press your lips over my cock. I'm in heaven. You continue to suck me off but feel yourself getting more wet and horny. You almost bring me to an orgasm a couple of times but when you feel this you stop. I can't take it any longer and I have to taste you. I push you away and open your legs putting my mouth on your pussy. With my tongue I go in between your lips and open them up. The wetness and taste makes me go crazy horny. I let my tongue go.