“I reinterpret early Christian music to synthesizer, sometimes it involves transcribing from old tablature.”
My expression must have said it all. She returned, naked, brushing her pussy hair with her fingers. Desi sex Harrowing music.”
“It’s Henry Purcell from Funeral for Queen Mary as reinterpreted by Wendy Carlos, back then Walter Carlos. It would drive them nuts.”
“I’m sure it did,” I chuckled, trying to picture a table full of school girls jamming bananas down their throats. The temperature in the room increased rapidly together with the sound of our grunts. I was perpendicular to Caitlyn. Their whole society was based on pleasure, power and riches. “So, Miss Progue,” I said smiling, “what would you like to do?”
“Lick my cunt to make sure it’s all wet and stick your cock deep down my throat and I’ll make sure it’s good and wet. What a daft thing to say.
