Beth walked back just as Miles Davis started blowing softly in the background—Beth's taste for the classics extended beyond her love of old movies, ...nd I wasn't going to argue—my dad's a jazz fan and I'd been listening to it my whole life.As we tried to decompress after rehearsals we had our usual discussion over what kind of pizza to order."Sausage, pepperoni and onion," Beth said without even opening the menu."Um, the sausage and pepperoni are alright, but can we do without the onions this. “I’ve wanted to do it since I first ever saw you,” Freddie commented before he started to kiss Carly down her neck and onto her breasts.“Ohhh,” Carly moaned. “If I had known I would have allowed you to sooner.”“This is not it,” Freddie said to her.He then started to kiss Carly down from her breasts onto her belly. He passed over there and kissed Carly’s thighs, before settling his tongue, and kisses, firmly between Carly’s legs.Carly gasped in ecstasy as Freddie’s tongue began to dance around. But deep down, I know it's for my own good. So I can face myself, he says. Then he turns off the light and closes the door and locks it from the outside.I really enjoy being a cumdoll. Even though, supposedly, I’m supposed to be some kind of spokeswoman for the women’s right’s movement, in the human resources department at the company where I work. I only talk like that in public for the political points it gets me, and to use it as leverage against any men who challenge me or disagree with. I didn’t know much aside from dance, but realistically, the chances of making it big as a dancer were slim,’ she smiled wryly. ‘Oh I don’t know about that Twinkle Toes…you danced beautifully,’ he practically whispered gazing up at her, his fingers trailing behind her knee. She sucked in a breath, his touch was so light but it sent tingles across her body. She bit her lip and looked away before she lost herself in those deep honey eyes. She heard him chuckle and then resume bandaging her knee..