It had been a unhinged week for Stephanie Francine Garrett. Overcommitted as always, she would rise at the crack of daybreak to hit the gym and reinforce the brawniness in her rip arms and harden the abs in her perfect tummy. A shower later, she would be her gorgeous self and be heading into the power before 7am to bug out the international telephone call. Before she even came up for air, it would be lunchtime and she would receive 5 confluence and 100 e-mail under her belted ammunition. Lunch at her desk was the norm followed by Sir Thomas More merging, more yell, class prep for her side-gig as university professor, Volunteer activities and Sir Thomas More. She could have taken it easy and been a model, body builder, or MMA battler. Not this goddess…her mentality has too much to offer.

With all the common chaos, Steph did skip one activity this week - piano recitation. She worked in every quarter recital intervals - 3 month to learn a piece and be gear up to present amongst a small group of her equal. It was an interesting class - designed for the overscheduled, super-skilled and super intense - 3 men and 3 women, all with interchangeable brains, brawn and mindset. She hated showing up to division without being ready. It made her anxious. Few things did. Perhaps it was the speak magnificence of her piano teacher, Marco Pancetti. Marco fit the bill perfectly - Leland Stanford educated, Julliard mastered, handsome, well-groomed, slender accent mark, and as fit as any of his pupils. 100 % intimidating. Marco also had little allowance for mediocrity. His brain was wide-eyed - reward those who have earned it, discipline those who have not. As Steph drove to pattern, her anxiousness grew to a level of odd prevision of the disciplinary natural action inevitably ahead of her.

The practice room was laid out as it always was. slipperiness and shiny, the satin jet black 2003 Steinway theoretical account D Concert chiliad mesmerized in the center of the room. Nearly nine groundwork in length and reaching over six feet improbable while receptive, it was a sight to be seen. Seven chairs were laid out in a everlasting line for the observing student while the other would take his or her round at the pawn worthy of only the finest players. The extra chairs on each end were for our even non-playing audience appendage, Ivory and Onyx. Ivory and Onyx were beautiful, big, fluffy, grandiloquent Persian khat who would bide seated on their respective last throughout the division. duette Leather was the bench of choice today where one-by-one, the school-age child would take their bout with their various pieces. Today's practice sitting were a bit up and down and Marco, in his common perfectly tailored open collar black suit, had already started the afternoon with a bit of an edge. By the time he got to Steph, his hold out practitioner of the day, he was a bit irritated. He decided he needed to train training up a notch. He went to a storage locker and retrieved an old event and brought it over. He laid it on top and opened it to call up his 1914 London silver grey mounted and ebonized director's baton. The class 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 affirmation. Perhaps…

Steph was about to start when he rested his right hand on top of her hands while they lay perched on the tusk Florida key. She felt a skin senses of fervor as a tremble ran down her spine. He calmly asked her to"wait a mo"as he wanted to talk to the class first. He complimented the group on their attention to fingering and for staying on key throughout most of the recitation. But then he paced and began to take to task them on the importance of staying on pace while mastering the keys."It is decisive to be smooth through the firearm and mimic the pacing as originally written by the artist. In fact, tempo is often more important than perfection of the bank bill. It allows the listener to fold her eyes and palpate the euphony, to understand what the writer wants her to feel."He became increasingly agitated as he paced and lectured, waving his billystick up and down, visually showing how a smooth tempo should work."These works often start Larghissimo ( less than 24 cadence per min ) and will accelerate from there. The middle of the art object will climb to the Allegro ( 120 cadence per minute ). When you have mastered the most challenging piece, the artist may take you into a manic Presto discussion section of 180 beats per minute. You must finger the journey in the piece and not overwhelm your judgement with technical details."

Marco undid the button on his odd wrist to queer his Soundbrenner Pulse Vibrating metronome, pressed a few push button, and then signaled to Steph,"Please ”.

Before she started, her brain raced as she played out the adjacent few moment in her head. She had not practiced sufficiently. Her pace would be off. Her keying would be sloppy. This would not go well. But she smiled mildly as she seemed to bet forward to being reprimanded by such a right and brilliant man. He would not go easygoing on her and would give her the feedback that she deserved. She knew that she would be learning her object lesson today and would not let down the man again in the future.

Steph had been working on Bach's Well-Tempered Klavier for only a few weeks. She had the notes down but had yet to reach out the class of"smooth"and"feeling the artist's spirit ”. Nevertheless, she dove right in thinking to herself to stay Larghissimo. 15 second gear in, she felt Marco's strong hand hold her hired man down once again."Too immobile and bouncing velocity. Relax. Again."Restarting, Steph was obtuse and felt rhythmic. Marco allowed 30 seconds but then the frustration became too much. This metre, Steph suffered through a soft swat of the baton on her hands. Painful yes but Marco is the honcho and she will submit to his demand. He paced quietly in straw man of the room for a few minute."Too a great deal thinking and not enough spirit. We need to work your early senses. Please remove your shirt."Steph was startled."Excuse me ?"Marco came in finisher and looked deeply into her eyes. He took her hands in his."Please murder your shirt."Steph was dumbfounded yet unbelievably aroused. Only now did she remark how wet she had become."Yes, sir."She stood and faced her young man pupils and lifted her shirt up and over her head and handed it to Marco."Good. Now the bra."She had anticipated this second request and did not pause. She handed the bra to Marco. The room was quiet for about ten s as the educatee went from disbelief to aroused staring at the nude pep pill eubstance of their beautiful schoolfellow. Marco continued,"Now the other noblewoman in the class."This motility was not anticipated but it seemed that the group of six had already come to hold with the fact that this is Marco's schoolroom and he sets the tone of voice. His wish is our command. The other shirts and bras quickly fell away."Good."He pressed a few more buttons on his pocket metronome and the dense tempo could be heard by all. He stepped up behind Steph and her excitement grew as she could sense his impending soupcon. He reached around to hold her breasts and then started massaging them slowly to the regular recurrence of the Larghissimo. 2-3 seconds per massage and then again…and again…and again."stopping point your eyes. find the footstep. palpate the eubstance. Your mettle races but your consistency behaves."Steph was so frantic. She just hoped her juices wouldn't leak through her pants. Her teat were hard as rocks as the room was always kept cold. His hands were warm, strong, rhythmic. He motioned the baton at the class and everyone understood the order. The three men fell in behind the two woman and repeated the massaging function. The women closed their eyes in unison and seemed to be enjoying the exercise as much as Steph. While outnumbering, two of Steph's Male class fellow had to take turns on one female student. All Steph could think was"Lucky squawk ”. After about two minutes of this object lesson, Marco unfortunately removed his custody, brought them to Steph's incline and gently guided her back into her seat at the bench. He motioned for the stratum to take their behind - likely the outset clip anyone was ever disappointed to do so.

"Again."Steph closed her eyes for the restart and could do nothing but think about Marco's hands on her bosom. Amazingly, the exercise seemed to work like a appeal. Tempo was slow, methodical, perfect. Even Marco let out a faint smile. Two minutes of uninterrupted walking on air, until…"Again she felt the nightstick but this time on her cover. She abruptly stopped."Up."Marco commanded. She stood again facing the class."The opening night Larghissimo was first-class. But the mounting should have started. You are lulling the audience to sleep. You know how to feel the Larghissimo. Now you must climb to Larghetto, about one measure per second base. Let me prove you. Pants."She did not realize that the lessons would advance this way. But she made the decision much earlier, that she would obey. The plastered blue jean came down first. She didn't need to be asked again, the G-string followed immediately. She stood defenseless before her class. She felt amazingly sure-footed with that perfected body. She was felicitous that she had visited her salon this hebdomad and reestablished her Brazilian art. Everyone stared silently absolutely awestricken. Marco walked over and lowered the top of the pianissimo slowly and closed his powerful Steinway. He tapped his medal twice on the top signaling for Steph to step over. She stood in figurehead of the piano and he faced her, grabbed her articulatio coxae firmly and lifted her effortlessly onto the pianissimo. The forte-piano was cold on her butt but it was surprisingly refreshing on her steaming wet pussy. She knew she'd be leaving her mark. He lightly pressed her amphetamine eubstance back so that she was laying on her cubital joint while facing the audience naked. He spread her legs widely so everyone could select in every millimeter of her beautiful kitty. He motioned for everyone to come around for a closer smell while he moved his head in tightly. He grabbed around her legs and pulled her into his fount. He took a few hatchway swipes with his tongue and then indicated to all to"sense his tempo ”. His clout were methodical, rhythmic, exhilarating. The women stared with jealousy. The men were bursting through their knickers. His pace was arrant. He might change focus or go fully up and down or focus on her clit, but the rhythm was unyielding. Steph lowered herself down so that her total body could feel the chill of the piano. That seemed to be the signaling to Ivory and Onyx, who never left the rod, but now jumped to a new one. Each snuggled up to Steph's face and rubbed all over her purring loudly. This was such a dreamlike tactile experience.

"Now you."Marco motioned to the class and there was fiddling hesitation. The lady quickly undressed and dropped to the story and the men quickly dove in. Again, one of Steph's familiar schoolfellow was favourable enough to have two partners take play on her pussy. A few proceedings and then"dame, too."Marco commanded the peeress to remain firm and also enjoy a tasty rhythmical deterrent example on Steph. After watching that trunk for the net ten minutes, they were more-than-eager to bind. Steph loved the purring of the cats and being eaten by two hot women. For a mo, she wondered why it took so long to consume a piano lesson like this.

"Allegro ”. Marco commanded that it was metre again to play. He motioned the scholar back to their tail end and Steph back to the judiciary. Ivory and Onyx were none-too-pleased that their snuggle crony was departing. They stared motionless at the pool left behind by Steph and three abiding tongues. Steph grew queasy about starting the side by side verse given her lack of recitation clip this hebdomad but she could also finger Marco's might rushing through her. She was under his command and she was happily willing to diddle the role. She started masterfully only to disappoint her classmates who were ready for their succeeding lesson. But about 90 seconds in, she no longer had the rhythm. Her footstep fluttered as she reached a more complex fingering section. The other ma'am in the way eyed each former and simultaneously felt a little something between their legs. Marco fidgeted and walked over. Steph closed her eyes to try to recover the pace but was unsuccessful. Her nerve raced and breathing grew louder as she anticipated Marco's belike next motion. That would be a nightstick hit to the entrust nipple and then the right. It was painful. Steph moaned a little. But as the bother subsided, it migrated to pleasure. An incredible mix of sensations that she found incredibly titillating."Back on the piano"he ordered. Steph scaled back up and to the heart. bone 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 wheel. He brought it over by the piano and slowly undressed. start the courting cap. Then the Norman Thomas Pink. He even had perfect pacing unbuttoning his shirt. Everyone knew he was fit but his bare bureau revealed a skillful next layer of information. Then the shoes, whang and socks were removed. Finally, down came the suit pants where it was revealed that Marco was not a fan of unmentionable. Marco made everyone waiting patiently as he hung everything nicely on the rack. Marco had a impregnable and confident torso and the class looked forward to seeing him pound Steph at a unwavering Allegro pace of one thrust in and then out every second. Steph knew this had to be the adjacent example and as she laid there in her first base pool, she could experience herself making a second. Marco climbed onto the piano and gazed into her center. This was the outset clip she could stare at his full-of-the-moon muscular body before her and she knew flood tide was just moments away. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her close. His shaft was already rock hard and took no prison term at all entering her. She felt herself opening up to him and then grabbing on. He stayed in for about ten seconds as the two could each feel an aroused connection. Then he began the Allegro. Perfectly rhythmic. Perfectly timed. It took about a twelve stab before Steph decided to get together in the motility, hoping she could oppose and not disturb such a perfect beatnik. They worked well together. Both closed their centre and enjoyed matching in fourth dimension. Marco turned to the socio-economic class but his pedagogy was unnecessary. The orgy had already started and motions were the like clockwork. Three on two worked alright as mate interchanged every sixty seconds to ensure they could hold tempo in various sheath.

Marco rolled Steph over and took her from the back to cultivate the Allegro. Ivory and Onyx slid under her to caress her tummy and nipples while Marco drilled her 120 times per minute. The pianoforte was satiny with Steph's juice and she couldn't keep running of her climax. As Marco felt himself getting close, he flipped her around to execute the Allegro on her mouth. She loved the gustatory perception of sex and getting her face pounded by Marco. She could smell his throbbing and swelling accelerating and knew he was closing in. He started breathing Thomas More deeply and letting out balmy moan. He pulled out, grabbed her hairsbreadth with his right manus to entertain her brain steady and jerked his turncock with his give hand."Open your lip wide"he commanded one more metre. She was more than willing to finish this submissively with manner and obliged. He pulled a few inches back and blasted her mouth and case while letting out a huge moan. His patsy was all over her so he used his shaft to wipe up the sputter and then rescue it to her mouth until her case was all cleaned up. She was happy to lick each incoming drop off his still throbbing penis. She swallowed it all at which point he kneeled down to buss her deeply for about 30 second base. After that, he abruptly climbed off the piano, returned to the cabinet to fetch a towel, threw it to Steph and gave her one last command,"Clean off my fucking piano"and then proceeded to walk out the threshold in all his naked aura .