He ordered a pint and a buxom woman behind the bar smiled at him as she pulled the pint for him. There were more women than men in the seated areas an... he did not see anyone who looked remotely like they would possess a plastic mac. As he paid the bar maid she whispered to him on receiving the change."If you're here for the Erotic authors group, they're sat in the lounge round the back." He thanked her and plucked up the courage to walk round and see. There at the back, was a small and cosy. I will remember this, and I will punish you for it, rest assured, but we will finish this reception, and we will not have sex with each other until it’s all over, understand?’ ‘Yes Master.’ My hand tightened in her hair slightly, my other hand sliding down to lightly stroke over her wet lips, marveling at the heat, dancing around the iron-hard nub at the top begging for attention. ‘But know this, slave. As soon as this is over, now matter how much you beg, no matter how much you scream, your. 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 the upper register. Faster and faster. Through that. “Here we are”, he said as he opened the door. “Get in the back, there is more room and you won’t be hampered by the steering wheel”. She didn’t comment. He didn’t embrace her or feel her up, just undid his trousers, freeing his cock, then pulled her head towards it and snapped. “Now suck it, suck till you empty my balls”. He had been sucked many a time, but this woman knew how to work the muscles of her mouth and when he blew and filled her mouth, his only comment was “Fuck that was nice”. She.