Damn that girl. I bent down to kiss Sara, which wasn’t an easy task at first. I pressed my mouth against hers and then began forcing my tongue in be...ween sobs and muffled cries. Eventually she started kissing me back, wild sloppy and still a little bit shaky.Wilder now and as hard as I could I slammed into her. My balls smacking against her ass cheeks. Each pull and each push came with a wet farting sound and my cock was by now covered in a reddening pinkish cream form what I presumed to be old. On the eighth day the nude girl put a sandwich in Cadence's dog bowl. Then the girl squatted over the bowl, spread her cunt lips, and began to piss into the bowl. Cadence found herself scrambling to drink the girl's piss without even thinking about the fact she'd have her face in a girl's cunt. The thought of being a lesbian didn't even cross her mind - she just knew that piss meant not being thirsty, meant not being poisoned. Cadence would have eagerly buried her face in the girl's snatch. “Or do we? Of course we do, and I will tell you how we know. What you are singing is Schiller’s Ode to Joy, isn’t it?. So think what gives you joy. Real joy. Then sing again for me and at the same time think of what you will do tonight when you are in bed with your partner. Then tell me Beethoven knew nothing about sex.” In the silence that followed, he picked up his baton and turned to the bass soloist. “From ‘O Freunde’ please Oscar.” Then back to launch us - all those prestissimo passages in. I was ready for some of those toys; I was aching for release - permission granted or not.After I dried off, I applied generous globs of the ?Hot and Spicy? cream Master had ordered for my asshole and cunt. I was on fire with desire and I really didn’t need any extra stimulation. Nothing was going to hold me back. But, my conscience told me that if I didn’t get under control, I would pay the price of my disobedience with pain. That thought only made me more determined to plow ahead.Master always.