I was forced into a few years of piano lessons as a child.’ He gestured towards the piano. ‘Help yourself.’ I shook my head so vigorously my cur...s bounced against my cheeks. ‘Oh no, trust me. It was so long ago, I don’t remember a thing about it.’ ‘You’re not giving yourself enough credit,’ Nate chided. I shook my head again. ‘No, you don’t understand. I was like, seven, and I was so bad my piano teacher begged my mother to let me quit. Apparently I was wasting everyone’s time.’ Nate took my. I didn't say a word until the conversation was over and she disconnected."Play it back for me," I ordered."Hello," she had said."Jill. It's Kyle. Can you talk?" Of course, Kyle. How are you this morning?" I couldn't sleep thinking about you." That's silly, Kyle. I told you what you needed to do to have me. Ask Paul. That's all." It isn't all and you know it. I have to deliver Emily to him." That shouldn't be a problem for you," she said."Why not?" Any real stud should have his wife trained to. ...yeah, worship my cock...." He panted, pushing as much of his shaft into my throat as I could take. My neck was starting to hurt and my jaw was sore, and I think Steve knew I was struggling. I slowed my pace, finally stopping with his knob still locked firmly in my lips. Steve smiled, reached down and lifted me to my feet. He kissed me hard and deep, his hands rubbing down my back and over my bare ass cheeks."Lie down..." he ordered.I moved over to the bed and lay on my back, with my legs. He was her teacher and tutor. And he was married. She hadn’t cared, but she also hadn’t learned how to be in love. When she graduated and went off to college, she could take it or leave it, when it came to sex. Sex meant entanglement with a boy, though, and she had no time or patience for that.Until Noel. In a strangely ironic sense, he was her teacher and mentor, too.And like her first illicit lover, she only had about six months with her second one, too, before it ended.Her attitude since.