“Well? Cat got your tongue?” she coyly asked. “I’m ready for my story, Maestro.”The Maestro cleared his throat and replied, “Yes, of cours..., Isabeau. Your story.”Isabeau skipped over to the burgundy, floor to ceiling, velvet curtains and pulled them apart, allowing the pale light of the full moon to spill into her bedroom through the open sliding doors that led to a balcony. The Maestro flicked the light switch off and locked the bedroom door. His cock twitched at the sight of Isabeau bathed in. Next goes her hood, with the belt buckled around her neck. Can you see anything my Susie? No not a thing she says. I cup one of her massive breasts in my hand and stroke it tenderly. Then in one motion, slap it very hard with a metal something.. My Susie screams and asks "What is That Master"? It is your surprise I tell her, you must guess what it is. I run the cold metal object along your breasts, sometimes smooth, sometimes it is almost cutting as it rubs. Cupping your other breast I give it. What do you mean?” she asked, concerned.“Well, I know you noticed how attention starved Kat was. Quinn...how do I say this...well, he is a missionary position, lights off kind of man. Know what I mean? He is a good man, just boring as hell in bed, from what I gather when he talks,” he told Raven.“Sad,” Raven remarked.The rest of the weekend was what you would call a disaster. Raven and Scott tried to protect Kat from Quinn's pissy mood. He moped around the entire trip, not talking to anyone. No. Adele’s road to recovery was a slow and painful trek for her. — A few weeks later, Zack caught Adele in the laundry room again. ‘Hi Adele, how are you?’ ‘Uhm Hi…Zack.’ Adele said shyly. She held his gaze for just a second before looking away again. Zack watched her, surprised that she’d actually looked at him as long as she had. He thought that maybe if he played things light it might make her feel more comfortable with him. ‘So…have any pantie issues lately?’ he asked with a chuckle. Adele.