- Yes - Nastya could not deny. They kissed again. Nastya, slightly befuddled by these kisses, did not even think of resisting.
And Elven continued to play with her body, bringing Nastya closer to her orgasm, which soon happened. Nastya, jerking, hugged the girl to keep her legs bent.
Elven hugged her waist, hugging her. Nastya was trembling all over, trying to say something, but she could not. Elven did not let her go.
- From ... stars ... and ... neither. - said Nastya having come to herself a little
- What a strong orgasm you have - Elven wondered, patting Nastya on the head - I have never seen anything like that before.
Nastya could only shrug. Elven kept her promise; she made Nastia's hair so beautiful that she couldn't help but admire.
Toward evening, the teacher returned for Nastya.

- Mode - he threw up his hands. And the girl had to go to her room.
The next day Nastya was visited by the Master himself.
- Good morning, Freya - he greeted her - how is your training going?
- Normal ... probably - the girl replied.
- Want to say something, or ask? - Master inquired
- I would like clothes naked to walk very ... uncomfortable.
- Sorry ... no - the Master answered - until you pass the training, you cannot.
- How long does this training last? - Frustrated asked girl.
- From three to seven years old - answered the Master
- Years old? - the girl was discouraged.
- By the way, I came to invite you to the concert - he continued.

- To the concert? - Nastya was surprised
- Yes, we were visited by Elio Corrikane, I would like to introduce you to him.
- Who is that?
- Very talented musician.
- I am indifferent to music - Nastya shrugged her shoulders.
- And yet, I wanted to invite you, I promise you will like it.
“Well ... okay,” the girl agreed reluctantly.
About six o'clock, after the teacher left, the Master came in after Nastya.
- Are you ready? - he asked
- Am I going to go naked? - the girl stared at him with her huge eyes.
- Of course, you learned to liberate yourself.
- But there ... probably ... there will be people?
- For you, their opinion is very important? You can be sure they would have admired you. But, I hasten to reassure you, there will be no people there, only musicians, and we.

Nastya was in indecision
- They are very cultured people, also very talented. You will do them a great honor with your presence.
As a result, the master managed to convince Nastya, although reluctantly, but she went with him.
Passing through the corridors of the club next to him, she was embarrassed, every time people passed by. Of course they paid attention. An elderly man in a black and red komzol, striding firmly and confidently and a naked girl next to him, gracefully stepping with his long, thin legs.

However, everyone bowed their head, apparently, as a sign of respect for the Master. Nastya held his hand, so she felt braver.
- You probably all this is still unusual - the master spoke to the floor of the voice - At such social events, priyanty have certain rules, sometimes men can give you signs of attention. Do not be afraid of this.
- What are these signs? - asked Nastya.
- Well, imagine a formal kiss, because he does not oblige anyone to anything? - asked the Master
- Yes, probably - Nastya shrugged her shoulders, which very rarely took part in cultural social events.
- For the gifted, it is very pleasant to try the juice of a young blooming person, like you - the Master continued - The girls do not object in such cases, this is considered very indecent and it is a shame primarily for the teacher, that is, me. Have this in mind.
- The juice? - Nastya surprised look at him with round eyes.
- Yes, juice - the Master confirmed.

- But how am ... how is this happening? - Nastya was discouraged.
“This is a very pleasant procedure for the girl,” the Master replied. “Here we are.”
The hall turned out to be a small but very real concert hall. Dark red curtains along the walls looked very solid. A huge chandelier on the ceiling of the star with a muffled light.
On the stage, people were ceremoniously dressed with instruments, apparently musicians.
“I greet you, friends,” the Master addressed them.
“Sire ... my lady ...” one of them replied. The rest of them bowed their heads. Four luxurious armchairs stood in front of the stage. The master pointed out Nastya to one of them, while he himself sank down beside him. Only after they sat down did the musicians raise their heads.

- Let me start? - asked the same musician. Nastya thought he was asking her. She looked inquiringly at the Master sitting next to him and he nodded to her. Then Nastya also nodded to the musician and he was satisfied, turned to her colleagues.
Music nastya Nastya immediately. The sounds of the instruments were very unusual, something she had never heard of. This affected her so strangely that she tried to get up and run out of the hall, but the Master kept her.
- Something is wrong? - he asked
She looked dreadfully at him and her eyes filled with tears.
- Air is not enough - Nastya complained
The master gently stroked her bare shoulder and the girl felt better. The music was incredibly beautiful, Nastya wanted to cry and listen again and again. Fortunately, the musicians continued to play one composition after another. Nastya's huge eyes dived into the stage, where the vocalist, very skillfully controlling her voice in harmony with a very masterful musical accompaniment, played the strings of her soul.
The concert lasted about three hours and when it ended, the girl was ready to continue listening. She had never experienced such happiness.

Nobody clapped their hands, just sat for another half minute in silence, enjoying the hushed sounds still hovering inside.
- As always, delightful - Master broke the silence - Thank you, gentlemen.
The musicians happily rustled and bowed politely.
- Allow you to introduce my pupil - the Master said, rising. Nastya hurried to follow his example.
“Freya,” announced the Master.
The vocalist approached them, the others, putting their instruments aside, also headed towards them.
- My friend, Elio Corrikane - presented the Master vocalist.
“Very nice,” said Nastya, not knowing that she needed a deal, give a hand, or just nod. However, Elio behaved unexpectedly.

“It is a great honor for me to meet you, Freya,” he said politely, “will you allow it?”
Nastya could not imagine what he was asking for permission, but nodded just in case. Elio lowered his hand and suddenly, in the most unceremonious way, suddenly penetrated it with his fingers.
The girl gasped and twitched, however, Elio, not paying attention to it, began to jerk her pussy with pretty strong movements.
Nastya’s eyes widened, her mouth opened slightly, her face looked very sweet. She instinctively clutched the hand of a man.
- Did I hurt you? - Elio asked, stopping
- Wh ... what are you doing? - in a shaking voice said Nastya.
- You can put your hands on my shoulders, if you are uncomfortable - said Elio, ignoring her question.
Nastya, realizing that clutched his hand, let her go. Elio began to move her fingers in her pussy again, forcing Nastya to gasp again, then pulled out her fingers and licked them.

The girl was shocked. She looked at Elio without stopping. And he closed his eyes and a dreamy expression appeared on his face.
“How beautiful you are, my lady,” he said, opening his eyes.
And another girl already approached the girl. Just as unceremoniously, he entered it with his fingers. Nastya again twitched, staring already at the second musician.
He did not jerk her for a long time, and almost immediately pulled out his wet fingers. He also stood, covering his eyes after he licked them.
“What an incredible bouquet,” he said.
The same procedure was repeated with the rest .... Read more →