Bach. She thought the title was hilarious, considering her part-time job, but she was always moved by the sweetness and longing she felt when she list...ned to it; it said things to her that words couldn't, it sometimes made her weep, but in a happy way. She'd never really listened to"classical" music before. John hadn't been condescending when he gave it to her. It was simply music that she'd never heard before, and he thought that she would like it; he was right.She put some nice-smelling bath. I would like to stress that this is not some twisted game orchestrated by a wealthy pervert within your previous world. I am a being far more powerful than any of your kind. I have created this space for my own amusement. I want to see how you react. I will never let any of you go, but I will always be watching. Now, farewell, and good luck.”When the voice finished speaking, the force holding back the words and pushing down on the bodies of the eight captives was finally released. Instantly,. Her clit jumped ... feeling the tips of her fingers glide over it. Her panties were wet with her sweet juice. Her other hand found her erect nipple, adding more pleasure to her aroused body.Brenda couldn't take it any longer, she through caution to the wind, she let down long black silken hair. She took off her top and restrictive bra to expose her thirty six double d's. Her tummy flat, she then revealed her shapely hips as her jeans slid off.There Brenda was ... laying on a strange mans bed in. “Please,” she was thinking, “Touch more than my hand!” David turned to his assistant. “Thanks, Dale. You can leave now. Ann is a special friend and I can handle her portrait alone.” “I would be happy to stay and help if you needed it,” Dale replied, “But I am quite happy to get off early. I have a date tonight.” As she was closing the door behind her David called out, “Don’t call me to get you out of jail.” Then he gave his full attention to Ann, taking her other hand and gazing into her brown.