I'm a little rusty

"Yes, of course, kitten. Would you like me to feed you?" He asked, leaning forward and grabbing a beignet, but she shook her head.

"Oh no! Not that, sir!" She giggled, pulling his belt open and unbuttoning his pants, pulling the zipper down and reaching inside, tugging out his hard cock. "I'm hungry for your cum!"

Paul groaned, leaning back as she started licking and sucking on his cock, eagerly jerking him off while she bounced her head up and down on his dick.

"Please sir! I'm such a hungry little kitten!" She groaned, shoving his dick back down her throat, drooling all over herself, giant globs of spit dribbling down and onto his pants.

Paul couldn't take much more of it, watching her submit to him like that, pinching her nipples and groping her tits with one hand, the other gently, yet deftly stroking him off.

"Fuck!" he grunted, and she pulled her head back, opening her mouth wide and gripping his dick as he shot load after load into her mouth.

She swallowed, cum dribbling down her chin, then opened up for more, letting him fill her mouth again before he finally stopped cumming, grunting as he leaned back in his chair.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned, and she looked up at him, wiping the cum up with her fingers, then licking it all off, relishing every last drop.

"You taste so good!" She giggled.

"You're amazing," Paul groaned, rubbing her face.

"I'm a good little cock sucker for you?" She squealed, leaning forward and resting her face in his lap, and Paul pet her.

"Yes, kitten, the best."

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After finishing another cup of coffee, Paul stripped naked and they both took a swim in the pool, relaxing and swimming together, kissing and holding each other in the cool water, then Paul got out and drip dried in the sun while he watched Valerie swim laps. She was incredible, her bare body showing off every contour as she swam lap after lap, wearing herself out before climbing out, curling up next to him.

"Would you like to come inside?" She finally asked, sitting up. "I don't like to be out in the sun for too long."

"Yes, kitten, that sounds nice," Paul said, reaching over for his pants and pulling out the leash, clipping it onto her collar.

"Get on the ground, now," he demanded, and she got on her hands and knees, smiling and following obediently as he walked her inside.

"Do you like classical music?" She asked as he walked her to the living room, and Paul laughed a little.

"Yes, I mean, what? Like Beethoven?" Paul asked as he sat down on the couch, his naked body bare before her and Valerie laughed, shaking her head.

"Oh, you're such a novice!" She giggled, lunging at him and wrapping her arms around him, sitting in his lap and rubbing her face against his neck as he held her. "Please, can I play for you?"

Paul looked over at the grand piano in the foyer.

"Yes, I'd like that," he told her, and she jumped up, bouncing off into another room and

coming back with a violin case.

"You can play the violin?" He asked her, a little surprise, and she giggled.

"Oh, you thought I meant the piano?" She laughed, shaking her head. "Well, yes, I mean, I can play that too."

Paul sighed, shaking his head.

"I didn't know you were so talented," he laughed, and she blushed, pulling out her violin.

"Hmm, there's a lot you don't know about me," she told him, giving him a wry smile, then she positioned the violin at her shoulder and picked up the bow.

"I'm a little rusty," she warned him, then began.

It started off slow and somber, a sad tune that waxed and waned with grief and sorrow, and Paul's heart broke listening to her play, then it built and grew, peaking violently and returning to grief, again and again, until the melody changed, almost bright and sprightly, cheerful, before ending on a sweet note.

"Wow," Paul told her, eying her beautiful, naked body playing for him.

"Did you like it?" She asked, hopeful.

"Yes, I loved it," Paul smiled, and she blushed.

"Do you want me to stop? Or should I-"

"Keep playing," Paul told her, leaning back and relaxing as she grinned, picking up the bow again.

"Yes sir," she whispered.

Paul closed his eyes, letting her music fill his head and take him away from his body, feeling her pain and struggles through the notes she played, her sorrow in the stirring of the strings, hearing her story.

It went on for almost an hour before she stopped, setting it down and he opened his eyes, staring at her.