I wondered if she’d seen all our performances, and if perhaps she was even a patron. “What do you like best about your performances, Cindy?”“T...e way Jacob’s guitar supports the music. Um ... I should clarify that. I think my flute is a beautiful instrument and I get lost in playing it. But when I listen back, there are really very few pieces that feel complete with just the flute. It has enough body and volume to play with an entire orchestra backing it, but that takes away the intimacy.. "Nan, can you hold all of my calls for me please." "Yes Mr. Frigal," the secretary said as her boss slid back into his officeand closed the door. The girl stepped into the large, overbearing office and stopped just inside.She gasped when she saw Joe Vanderkamp sitting in an chair in front of theVP's large oak desk. "Oh, hello Mr. Vanderkamp, it is a pleasure seeing you again so soon," shesaid, hoping to save her job. "Yes Tara, it is very good to SEE you too," the man said, leering and smiling.. She thrashed in the hay, squirming, wanting Tiny to dine on her cunt, to make her cum. A fire raged in her virgin cunthole, a fire her fingers couldn't extinguish. "My pussy! My pussy!"Tiny ignored his young writhing mistress. Her tits, soaked with drool and apple juice, were all he was interested in. Playfully, he chomped on her flesh, licking it, making each tit jiggle. He nibbled on her nipples as the sound of her squealing sighs excited him.Out of her young mind, Patti didn't intend to be. "Who are you? What do you want?" Karl demanded, breaking the silence.He doesn't recognize me, Claire realized. Warning bells rang in her head. She spun up immediately, focusing her attention entirely on Kathy. They faced one another like gunfighters, each daring the other to make the first move. Under Kathy's baggy top was an ominous bulge about the right size for a handgun. As the woman's hand moved towards it, Claire raised the rifle."Don't do it," Claire warned but the woman paid no.