"What should I do now?"if you read about my music teacher, you know I've been trained to be a performer since I was a little girl. I learned to give a...l my emotion to the audience, either through my voice or with violin, guitar or piano, and at the same time, maintain complete control and balance within myself. Does that sound impossible? That's what artists do all the time, or, as my mom put it:That's what artists DO..."All this performance sex with Al was starting to drive me nuts. I wanted. I began a much slower approach to my house, head hanging low, eyes downcast and my bottom starting to tingle as the pee cooled and I anticipated the coming spanking.***Daddy was waiting by the front door for me as he always did when I came home from school. He knew right away from the guilty look on my face that I had been a naughty girl. “Someone needs to tell me EXACTLY what they did at school today, Missy! Should I be expecting a phone call from the Principle again???”He stood staring at me. Perhaps the maternal instinct kicking in combined with the teenager defining cute sexiness made her irresistible. I think it was the latter that made Christian want to possess my angel even more than he lusted after my wife. I liked the guy well enough, and couldn't really blame him for lusting after my lovers. What heterosexual man or lesbian woman wouldn't? Perhaps Eva set a bad example early on, giving up her pussy to him. But the barrier had been made clear, and his attempts at bypassing it. As we walked into our room we just kept shaking our heads, and saying “what were the chances”. But that all in all things seemed to have turned out ok. I then asked you if you had any interest in seeing Mark’s huge cock again. You turned a deeper shade of red that I had ever seen you go, but I have to give you credit for your honesty because you said “especially if he’ll fuck Mandy for us again”. We stripped off and fell exhausted to our bed. I grabbed the phone and got us a wake up call for.