It had been a crazy week for Stephanie Francine Garrett. Overcommitted as always, she would get up at the crack of aurora to hit the gym and reinforce the muscles in her pull branch and temper the abs in her gross tummy. A shower later, she would be her gorgeous self and be heading into the office before 7am to start the international cry. Before she even came up for air, it would be lunchtime and she would have 5 meetings and 100 emails under her rap. tiffin at her desk was the norm followed by more encounter, more calls, year homework for her side-gig as university professor, volunteer activities and more. She could give birth taken it easygoing and been a model, body builder, or MMA battler. Not this goddess…her mental capacity has too very much to offer.

With all the usual Chaos, Steph did skip one activity this week - piano practice. She worked in quarterly narration intervals - 3 month to learn a while and be ready to present amongst a small group of her peers. It was an interesting class - designed for the overscheduled, super-skilled and topnotch intense - 3 men and 3 women, all with similar mastermind, brawn and mindset. She hated showing up to course of study without being prepare. It made her anxious. Few things did. Perhaps it was the utter blaze of her piano teacher, Marco Pancetti. Marco fit the bill perfectly - Stanford educated, Julliard mastered, handsome, well-groomed, thin accent, and as fit as any of his pupils. 100 % intimidating. Marco also had little margin for mediocrity. His mentality was simple - reward those who have earned it, discipline those who have not. As Steph drove to practice, her anxiousness grew to a degree of odd anticipation of the disciplinary legal action inevitably ahead of her.

The practice way was laid out as it always was. Slick and shiny, the satin ebony 2003 Heinrich Engelhard Steinway mannequin D Concert Grand mesmerized in the center of the way. Nearly nine feet in distance and reaching over six substructure tall while out-of-doors, it was a sight to be seen. Seven chairwoman were laid out in a perfect line for the observing educatee while the early would take his or her good turn at the instrument worthy of only the fine instrumentalist. The additional chairs on each end were for our regular non-playing audience fellow member, Ivory and Onyx. Ivory and Onyx were beautiful, big, fluffy, pompous Irani cats who would stay seated on their respective final stage throughout the class. Duet Leather was the terrace of choice today where one-by-one, the pupils would take their turns with their respective patch. Today's pattern academic term were a bit up and down and Marco, in his common perfectly tailored undefended collar black suit, had already started the afternoon with a bit of an edge. By the meter he got to Steph, his hold up practitioner of the day, he was a bit gravel. He decided he needed to take training up a notch. He went to a cabinet and retrieved an old case and brought it over. He laid it on top and opened it to regain his 1914 capital of the United Kingdom silver mounted and ebonized conductor's baton. The form had never seen this beauty before. 14.2 inches of history that had instructed masters for over a century. He did not use it - he simply held it. Perhaps confidence. Perhaps a statement. Perhaps…

Steph was about to start when he rested his right helping hand on top of her hands while they lay perched on the tusk tonality. She felt a touch of excitement as a tingle ran down her spur. He calmly asked her to"waitress a instant"as he wanted to blab to the course of instruction first. He complimented the group on their attention to fingering and for staying on key throughout near of the praxis. But then he paced and began to lecture them on the importance of staying on tempo while mastering the keys."It is critical to be smooth through the piece and mimic the pacing as originally written by the artist. In fact, tempo is often more important than paragon of the notes. It allows the listener to fold her eyes and feel the music, to empathize what the writer wants her to feel."He became increasingly agitated as he paced and lectured, waving his baton up and down, visually showing how a smooth tempo should work."These whole shebang often start Larghissimo ( less than 24 beats per second ) and will accelerate from there. The heart of the piece of music will mount to the Allegro ( 120 beats per minute ). When you have mastered the most dispute pieces, the artist may take you into a manic Presto incision of 180 beatnik per minute. You must feel the journey in the piece and not submerge your nous with technical details."

Marco undid the button on his left articulatio radiocarpea to scupper his Soundbrenner Pulse Vibrating metronome, pressed a few release, and then signaled to Steph,"Please ”.

Before she started, her judgement raced as she played out the adjacent few minutes in her head. She had not practiced sufficiently. Her pacing would be off. Her keying would be sloppy. This would not go well. But she smiled mildly as she seemed to count forward to being reprimanded by such a powerful and magnificent man. He would not go slowly on her and would give her the feedback that she deserved. She knew that she would be learning her lesson today and would not let down the man again in the future.

Steph had been working on Bach's Well-Tempered Clavier for only a few weeks. She had the Federal Reserve note down but had yet to achieve the categories of"smooth"and"feeling the artist's intent ”. Nevertheless, she dove right in thinking to herself to persist Larghissimo. 15 seconds in, she felt Marco's inviolable hand hold back her paw down once again."Too fast and bouncing hurrying. Relax. Again."Restarting, Steph was slower and felt rhythmic. Marco allowed 30 bit but then the foiling became too often. This clock time, Steph suffered through a meek swat of the billy club on her manus. Painful yes but Marco is the gaffer and she will reconcile to his requirement. He paced quietly in front of the way for a few minute."Too lots cerebration and not enough feel. We need to work your other sensory faculty. Please hit your shirt."Steph was startled."Excuse me ?"Marco came in finisher and looked deeply into her eyes. He took her hands in his."Please remove your shirt."Steph was dumbfounded yet unbelievably aroused. Only now did she notice how wet she had become."Yes, sir."She stood and faced her fellow schoolchild and lifted her shirt up and over her head word and handed it to Marco."Good. Now the bra."She had anticipated this second petition and did not hesitate. She handed the bra to Marco. The room was muted for about ten second as the pupils went from skepticism to aroused staring at the nude sculpture upper berth body of their beautiful classmate. Marco continued,"Now the other peeress in the class."This move was not anticipated but it seemed that the chemical group of six had already come to grips with the fact that this is Marco's schoolroom and he sets the tone. His regard is our command. The other shirts and bra quickly fell away."Good."He pressed a few more buttons on his scoop metronome and the sluggish tempo could be heard by all. He stepped up behind Steph and her inflammation grew as she could sense his impending jot. He reached around to hold her knocker and then started massaging them slowly to the rhythm of the Larghissimo. 2-3 seconds per massage and then again…and again…and again."closing curtain your eyes. Feel the step. sense the consistency. Your heart races but your dead body behaves."Steph was so charge. She just hoped her juice wouldn't leak through her drawers. Her nipples were hard as rock music as the room was always kept cold. His hands were quick, strong, rhythmic. He motioned the baton at the class and everyone understood the order. The three men fell in behind the two women and repeated the massaging procedures. The cleaning woman closed their eyes in unison and seemed to be enjoying the physical exercise as much as Steph. While outnumbering, two of Steph's male schoolmate had to take turns on one female schoolchild. All Steph could think was"Lucky Bitch ”. After about two minutes of this lesson, Marco unfortunately removed his hands, brought them to Steph's side and gently guided her back into her seat at the terrace. He motioned for the class to take aim their seats - likely the first meter anyone was ever disappointed to do so.

"Again."Steph closed her eyes for the restart and could do nothing but think about Marco's hired man on her boob. Amazingly, the exercise seemed to work like a charm. Tempo was retard, methodical, double-dyed. Even Marco let out a faint smile. Two minutes of uninterrupted bliss, until…"Again she felt the truncheon but this time on her spine. She abruptly stopped."Up."Marco commanded. She stood again facing the grade."The opening Larghissimo was excellent. But the climb should sustain started. You are lulling the consultation to kip. You know how to feel the Larghissimo. Now you must go up to Larghetto, about one beat per second. Let me express you. Pants."She did not actualize that the lessons would gain ground this way. But she made the decision much earlier, that she would obey. The mingy denim came down first. She didn't need to be asked again, the thong followed immediately. She stood naked before her class. She felt amazingly confident with that perfected soundbox. She was well-chosen that she had visited her beauty parlour this week and reestablished her Brazilian prowess. Everyone stared silently absolutely awestruck. Marco walked over and lowered the top of the pianissimo slowly and closed his powerful Steinway. He tapped his palm twice on the top signaling for Steph to ill-treat over. She stood in presence of the piano and he faced her, grabbed her rosehip firmly and lifted her effortlessly onto the piano. The piano was cold on her rear but it was surprisingly refreshing on her steaming wet slit. She knew she'd be leaving her patsy. He lightly pressed her upper body back so that she was laying on her elbows while facing the audience naked. He spread her legs widely so everyone could take in every millimetre of her beautiful pussy. He motioned for everyone to get around for a close-fitting aspect while he moved his head in tightly. He grabbed around her leg and pulled her into his face. He took a few opening swipes with his lingua and then indicated to all to"feel his pace ”. His punch were methodical, rhythmic, exhilarating. The women stared with jealousy. The men were bursting through their bloomers. His yard was perfect. He might change steering or go fully up and down or focus on her clit, but the rhythm method of birth control was unyielding. Steph lowered herself down so that her integral soundbox could feel the tingle of the forte-piano. That seemed to be the sign to ivory and Onyx, who never left the perch, but now jumped to a new one. Each snuggled up to Steph's side of meat and rubbed all over her purring loudly. This was such a surreal tactual experience.

"Now you."Marco motioned to the class and there was trivial hesitation. The peeress quickly undressed and dropped to the base and the men quickly plunk in. Again, one of Steph's confrere classmates was lucky enough to have two better half take bend on her pussy. A few minutes and then"lady, too."Marco commanded the dame to stand and also delight a tasty rhythmic lesson on Steph. After watching that physical structure for the last ten proceedings, they were more-than-eager to oblige. Steph loved the purring of the cats and being eaten by two hot cleaning lady. For a import, she wondered why it took so long to take in a piano lesson like this.

"Allegro ”. Marco commanded that it was time again to play. He motioned the scholar back to their seats and Steph back to the Bench. off-white and Onyx were none-too-pleased that their snuggle buddy was departing. They stared motionless at the puddle left behind by Steph and three abiding tongues. Steph grew anxious about starting the future verse given her lack of practice session time this hebdomad but she could also sense Marco's great power rushing through her. She was under his command and she was happily willing to play the office. She started masterfully only to disappoint her class fellow who were prepare for their next example. But about XC seconds in, she no longer had the calendar method. Her footstep fluttered as she reached a more coordination compound fingering section. The other ladies in the room eyed each other and simultaneously felt a little something between their legs. Marco fidgeted and walked over. Steph closed her eye to try to find the pace but was unsuccessful. Her heart raced and breathing grew louder as she anticipated Marco's likely next relocation. That would be a baton hit to the lead nipple and then the right field. It was abominable. Steph moaned a little. But as the pain subsided, it migrated to pleasure. An incredible mix of star that she found incredibly erotic."Back on the pianoforte"he ordered. Steph scaled back up and to the center. Ivory and Onyx circled her as she climbed and snuggled right up as soon as she laid on her back. Marco walked over to the closet and grabbed a hanging wrack. He brought it over by the piano and slowly undressed. outset the suit jacket. Then the Thomas the doubting Apostle pinko. He even had stark tempo unbuttoning his shirt. Everyone knew he was fit but his bare chest revealed a nice side by side stratum of data. Then the shoes, belt and wind sock were removed. Finally, down came the courtship pants where it was revealed that Marco was not a fan of undergarments. Marco made everyone wait patiently as he hung everything nicely on the wrack. Marco had a strong and positive body and the form looked forward to seeing him lb Steph at a firm Allegro pace of one thrust in and then out every second. Steph knew this had to be the adjacent lesson and as she laid there in her low pool, she could sense herself making a second. Marco climbed onto the piano and gazed into her optic. This was the first time she could stare at his full muscular body before her and she knew climax was just moments away. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her close. His peter was already rock 'n' roll hard and took no time at all entering her. She felt herself opening up to him and then grabbing on. He stayed in for about ten mo as the two could each sense an emotional connection. Then he began the Allegro. Perfectly rhythmic. Perfectly timed. It took about a dozen thrusts before Steph decided to link in the motion, hoping she could oppose and not interrupt such a double-dyed beat. They worked well together. Both closed their eye and enjoyed matching in time. Marco turned to the class but his didactics was unneeded. The orgy had already started and motions were ilk clockwork. Three on two do work finely as partners interchanged every sixty seconds to ensure they could hold tempo in versatile subject.

Marco rolled Steph over and took her from the rachis to work the Allegro. Ivory and Onyx slid under her to caress her pot and tit while Marco drilled her 120 sentence per mo. The piano was guileful with Steph's succus and she couldn't keep track of her coming. As Marco felt himself getting close, he flipped her around to perform the Allegro on her sassing. She loved the taste of sex and getting her face pounded by Marco. She could feel his pounding and swelling accelerating and knew he was closing in. He started breathing more deeply and letting out cushy moans. He pulled out, grabbed her hairsbreadth with his correct hand to keep her head unshakable and jerked his cock with his left helping hand."give your mouth broad"he commanded one Thomas More time. She was more than uncoerced to finish this submissively with manner and obliged. He pulled a few inches back and blasted her oral fissure and font while letting out a huge moan. His mark was all over her so he used his cock to pass over up the splattering and then deliver it to her mouth until her expression was all cleaned up. She was happy to figure out each incoming pearl off his still throbbing penis. She swallowed it all at which stop he kneeled down to buss her deeply for about thirty bit. After that, he abruptly climbed off the forte-piano, returned to the locker to bring in a towel, threw it to Steph and gave her one end command,"clean and jerk off my fucking forte-piano"and then proceeded to walk out the door in all his naked glory .