" That is a waste. People should hear you play. If I can arrange it, would you like to play in the opening concert tomorrow evening?" No!" exclaimed L...bby in horror. She had only ever performed before relatively small audiences at school and the thought of a public and televised performance terrified her."Why not? You are very, very good and deserve to be recognised." I ... I ... haven't any clothes," she stuttered wildly searching for an excuse."Pfft!" the maestro dismissed it. "You would not. I was shaking.“It’s ok”. She whispered, tenderly kissing my neck. She stroked my hair, reassuringly, with her right hand, while her left explored the contours of my breasts. We kissed as she stroked and fondled my tits. My nipples were rock hard, bullet like. Her fingertips traced a slow unpredictable path across my soft belly on a tantalising journey, down to my, swollen, pulsating, wet, hairy mound. She tugged gently at my pubes, running her fingers through them stretching my pussy lips,. Ben," she squealed. I stopped for a moment, and then continued. She always protested, and I always pretended to stop. When I started again, she let me go further. After a few moments, I had rubbed my hand all the way into her shorts. I began to stroke her panty clad girl-pussy, ever so lightly. Tammy squeezed her legs shut, trapping my hand inside. "You shouldn't do that" she said, quietly. "Tammy," I answered, calmly, "if it doesn't feel good, I will stop." She didn't answer, and I took that. Tiny circles he makes with the Badger brush, weaving back and forth, section by section, around and around in circles on her belly. The brush then eases slowly to the left side of her cunt lips and slides a little ways down the inside of her thigh. Always, small gentle tickling circles that lightly caress her skin yet coats her flesh with a thick layer of the fragrant lather. Continuing its expedition, the Badger bristles slip lower and leave a thick trail of lather to her anus, and then.