It was fair to say that he played my pussy as if it were a musical instrument and I could feel every note caress my sensitive little bud.“You must t...ll me when you feel that crescendo?” he asked.He started to play a certain sequence of notes. Notes that he had worked out from earlier and from watching me respond to the vibrations. As he played, I started to clench my pussy on the instrument’s frame. When he was about a third of the way through his repertoire, he noticed me squirm and. As is usually the case, Don, one of his friends at work was over towatch sports on the TV with Ricky. I of coarse had to make snacks,serve and wait on there every need, which was hollered from the otherroom, and listen to their analysis of the latest baseball game. I cannot recall having but one drink, but I woke up this morning and can'tremember most of the evening. I could tell that we had had sex lastnight and in fact, I was embarrassed to see I had put my gown onbackwards and my panties. Jane laughed at her."I hope you enjoyed that, you slut." She said. "Get dressed again. We will need you to be our maid for the rest of the evening."Sandra smiled and began putting her clothes on again. I was still stunned by what I had seen. However, I was quickly brought back to normal by Derek and Jane looking lustfully at each other. My heart sank and I cried again. As Sandra finished dressing, Jane turned towards me and began to explain."Now, Lucy, this part will be a bit difficult for you.. Big Rascal pulled out a card, handing it to me. “Killa’ D?” I read the name. “He a rapper like you?”“Not a rapper. He’s in a different industry – one that you’d be perfect for. I want you to call him. I already told him about you. I told him how good you take black dick. How good you work it. Call him, and don’t be afraid. His name says ‘Killa’ but he wouldn’t hurt a fly. You feel me?”I got off Big Rascal, his cock slurping out of my cunt. I stood at his window overlooking the LA.