Who is he?

Marco, We gasped.

On your knees, Charles growled.

We knelt and he pushed me personally forward. I felt him slip into me and groaned as he started to move. Marco laid his violin on top of the piano and walked over to where Charles was pounding against me. I viewed him unfasten his trousers as the orchestra continuing to try out the almost frantic tempo. My mouth went dry on the view of him. He and Charles experienced the same build but Marco was taller. My gaze fastened for him straining for interest. Id been best. He was large and thick. Slowly, he approached us and knelt in front of me.

Worship god, the father of Track, Charles said from behind me.

I glanced at him briefly before taking Marco into my…