I replaced the handset on the cradle with a smile. Even as a child, Julia knew that she was privileged, and that she expected the world to bend to her...needs, and not the other way around. Growing up in a wealthy family can do that to you, I reflected.Sure enough, in an hour our doorbell rang and there she was. Like her brother, she had curly brown hair and olive skin and looked more Greek than English, particularly with her skin a deep tan. Only her brilliant blue eyes betrayed an Anglo-Saxon. Thinking of what I was about to do, the butterflies in my stomach were driving me crazy. I looked at the clock and I only had fifteen minutes before I had to leave. I picked up my favorite perfume and gave my breasts a couple short squirts. I lifted my dress and squeezed another squirt over my pubic mound.I didn't really trust Diamond so I checked and made sure I had condoms in my purse. Yes, condoms, if my husband ever found out about those, he'd kill me. Chad found out last year that he was. Or maybe passion and voyeurism were connected, if being seen was their kink. Assuming that, I felt no need to stop watching them. I was certainly happy I was there, as I realised that I was getting quite aroused indeed. My hand moved towards the buttons of my jeans. I started touching myself, looking at them, trying to deduce what exactly was happening a few floors down. I masturbated slowly, waves of warmth making their way up and down my body, when I realised that she was looking at me. At. ..” I replied. “But it’s in the style of a New Orleans Jazz Funeral, what they call the ‘Second Line’.”“Funeral music?” David said. “Maybe not at our wedding.”“Will, would you be interested in helping with the music at a youth outreach we are doing at the end of the month,” Ron Collins said. “My daughter, Ros, her husband, Richard, and a few others you would probably remember from the youth group are running. Steve is doing some of the music, but I’m sure he would appreciate you working with.