Her ass was firm and supple, her long brown hair fell softly across her shoulders, and he couldn't help but occasionally loosen his iron grip on her w...ist and fondle one of her beautiful C-cup breasts. But after his glimpse of the silver necklace, his eyes wandered away from the Latin beauty he had bent over her Queen-sized bed and around the room, searching for the case it had come from.Lifting and turning her head from the pillow it'd been firmly planted in, she yelped between thrusts --. She inhaled deeply as she felt his tongue flat against her slit, licking her in one long movement. It made her head spin and her mouth open. Her right hand gripped the arm of the couch as his tongue pressed against her, finding her clit and teasing it with a few small flicks.Niccolo groaned quietly as his tongue felt her sweet wet lips and felt how sticky her clit had become already. He moved his arms under her and gripped her legs, reminding himself to go slowly until she asked for more.. ”“It’s The Magic Flute, Sir.”“Right. For the next month all I hear from her is all about how I’m going to find some excuse not to go. I even turned down an invitation to a Bachelor Party so I can take her to the opera. So the big night finally arrives. I’m standing there in my suit, and she’s all dressed up. We’re just about to head out the door and the phone rings. She gives me this look...”“I’m well familiar with that look, Sir. My wife gives it to me every time you call,” the other man. She showed me into the music room as she went to fix something to drink. I was impressed - her jazz collection was something incredible, from rare Bird to just about every Monk album ever released. I found the records we had discussed and put one on the turntable, then sat on the couch and listened. Cool, sweet, jazz - I closed my eyes and drank in the sound. At some point in the first track she put a drink in my hand, and I sipped as I listened.The first track ended, and I opened my eyes to.