You’ll be one of my sex slaves. His eyes closed, he sat down for a moment. She tried to pick it up but her arms just didn’t respond. She just pushed her boobs forward and looked at him in awe. He came. A tingle all through her body, it was a nice pleasurable tingle. She wriggled back and forth, but was ordered to sit still and resume her position. ‘Thank you, Sir.’ She mumbled. For a moment she hesitated, then she remembered she wasn’t allowed to hesitate, she should just obey. The cloth fell from her face. She stared at the fabric crumpled up and laying on her knees. She felt weirdly disconnected and tried to focus again. For years she’d been wanting to take lessons and now that’s she just turned twenty nine she finally bought herself a secondhand instrument and looked for a teacher by flipping through the adds in the local newspapers. A thick hazy mist of drowsiness and she was trapped in the middle, she couldn’t see, she couldn’t think.
