I know what’s missing!” “What’s it?” asked Aaron. Winston swiveled on the sofa and faced me. “You don’t sing from experience. You have a strong message, the sounds are strong, Brunette but you don’t deliver with belief. You don’t feel the words; you don’t relate what you are saying to experience. If you want to be successful you must live the life you sing about. Feel the sex, experience the sex, live the sex. The words are hot, but you aren’t.” I was taken aback by his attack on me, “What do you mean?” “It’s simple, some of the greatest singers in music were great not because of the words in the song, but how those words were delivered. Listen to BDSM Johnny Cash, Billie Holiday, or Janis Joplin. Their songs were not just words and music, they lived those songs, we feel the pain, anguish indian or love that they felt because the songs were real life translated through them.” I shot back, “Those three are dead; you mean I gotta die before I’m a hit?” “No, you have to be able to convey your true feelings to the crowd, not just mouth the words.” Les spoke up, “I don’t get you, what are you saying?” Winston turned to him, “This young woman needs to get laid.” He faced me again, “You sing about anal sex but have you ever taken one in the ass? You gurgle and choke fetish the words when you tell the audience about how to suck cock, but have you ever swallowed? My guess is no because your message isn’t getting through, you don’t have the actual experience, you aren’t singing about life. You need to get as wild and debauched as your songs, otherwise this group will never take off.” I was burning red, angry; I could feel the heat in my face, “What the fuck do you know about my private life? I’m sure as hell not a virgin!” “Maybe not, but I do know a lot about your private life, you are too repressed to sing these types of songs with conviction. You might as well be Ann Murray on that stage.” After he left Aaron, Les and I kept the conversation going. I couldn’t believe our agent went after me like that, blaming me for holding back the band because I haven‘t sucked a cock dry. Maybe I hadn’t but how in hell could he know that? Aaron was talking to me, “He may be right. Our songs are about all kinds of sex, normal sex, group sex, bi sex, blowjob and all the sex acts we can think of. Les and I have done everything except gay, big cocks that’s too much, even for us, but you hardly even date. Maybe you need to loosen up.” “What am I supposed to do? Sell my ass on the street?” I was still bitter. “That isn’t too far off, especially if we write a song about hooking. No, I‘m thinking that after our show this week maybe you should take some guy from the audience back to the hotel. Hell, maybe more than one. I wasn’t the only one to suspect that maybe he wasn’t straight… so did our friends. “I know!” my friend purred. Katy sucked Mr Patel’s cock, while Liz sucked Jack’s, until both came. She lifted my arms in front of me, and I stood there in shock, and slipped the bra on me. She fastened it in back, then pulled a couple of small breast forms out of another drawer, and slipped them in the cups of the bra. And tasted my cum?” “Oh, shit!” Tera managed to scream before she went flailing off big cocks the side of the cliff. Thanks, He looked at his watch finding it blowjob is about 11:00pm, smiled and said to himself. They're not all whores, you know,” indian he told her. Your fingers are truly magical. Cathy looked a little puzzled shrugged and carried on pottering around the house. Bring Heather sometimes too. I groaned as I opened her robe, revealing her beauty. “N-No,” I whimpered again; but I stilled, fetish surrendering, once more aroused Brunette in spite of myself. BDSM I had to laugh at her. What would that feel like? This time, the girls pleased the boys for a little more than 5 minutes. As we strolled towards the distant lights the jungle beside the path was alight with fireflies blinking out to each other. A chorus of "Amens" and one "Thank God" gave testament to her impeccable sense of timing as members headed for the exits and the nearest bathroom. The trip home was quite uneventful, I was making a mental list of everything that I had to get done before Ryan got home. Maybe things are starting to look up, she thought. The officer asked in a gentle tone ‘what happened’; where did it occur; who was involved; and how did she get away.