And I was good. I belonged. Camilla and I played the ass off our duet, my voice blended perfectly with hers, the aria won a chorus of "bravos" from th... audience, and when we took curtain calls my appearance drew cheers nearly as loud as Camilla's. It was the first real exposure to the sunlight of my professional career, and I basked in it; I bowed and bowed, a grin plastered on my face, and I hated to go back behind the drawn curtain and see it end."I did it!" I exulted to Camilla as we walked. Something from my inner mind said that that incident was not accident (keeping her hands on my thighs). I started admiring her beauty and assets.Whenever she used to wear nightie I would try to have a glimpse of her cleavage and succeeded many times, one time I saw her boobs completely till her nipple. I used to watch her ass swinging while she walks and started masturbating thinking of her. I forgot to tell u guys I’m an ass lover.Coming to the main part of the story, a month after the bike. I don't know. But a quick look ... ahead of us was a stone wall with torches in the sconces. I'd heard moaning."No lights?" Blair asked.I shook my head. "Just the torches." Sounds like an adventure I was part of last year. We had to penetrate this castle, and the only way was through the storerooms down below the moat. Stone walls, torches, the whole thing." I heard somebody moaning. Think it could be a dungeon?"She took a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah." Just how do we do this?" Well,. “Excellent,” pontificated Havers. He saw Melissa’s nates give an uncontrolled twitch as Rosalie tapped them lightly with the tip of the cane.“I think it might be best if you held her wrists,” said Rosalie.“Whatever you say...” Havers walked round and gripped Melissa’s slim wrists. Looking down he saw the rich, dark auburn hair beneath him... then the smoothness of the back... the uplifting swell of the hindquarters over the edge of the table. Rosalie raised the cane and he watched as she.