This day was her first as a virtuosa.Her head was lowered over the violin, reverentially and her thick chestnut hair flowed around her face, forming a...cowl, out of which peered her piercing green eyes. Many thought her severe. Others said that she simply dedicated the entirety of her mind to her art.That was easily believed, for how else would one explain the gift she possessed. Every member of the gathered wealthy folk was concentrating upon her. However, they did not truly see her, only her. The heated scent was stronger there, like before, and the red glistening slit of her cherry cunt was not hidden behind panties. The silky strands of her pussy hair were matted with cunt juice, and her cunt looked swollen and puffy. She shivered, watching herself grow hotter and hotter.With passion-dulled vision, she gazed at the large dog between her sprawled legs. Seeing herself in the mirror, a dog between her legs, was wild. Her gaze locked on her reflection, and she mauled the flesh of her. Her big boobs were finally free and now hanging in plain sight pointing straight at the floor below her. Ben was taking full advantage of our little battle and could barely take his eyes of Cherry's swinging tits. If he had been completely sober I think he would have been uncomfortable but with a few beers under our belts we were all having a good time. Cherry was then given the option of accepting defeat and being untied or losing her last piece of clothing albeit a small bikini bottom. As an. I asked if the line was long? She said that isn't the only thing that was. I took me drink and we watched as the first runner came to the finish line, no big surprise he was was a skinny black guy from some shit hole country. We stayed untill the slow walkers started crossing the finish line. She said I'm ready to go.I agreed and we found a MARTA bus headed back to the lot we parked in. Once in the car I got the AC cranked up on high and started to pull out of the lot. My wife had her legs.