XR-126 Open Mouth & Busy Fingers by Lil Gordon

Joseph I. Stewart stood leaning against the rise of the old upright piano, the forefinger of his right hand keeping unconscious rhythm to the way the little girl manipulated the keys. She was only thirteen and she was in the last measures of Gastofsky's Prelude in G Minor, and as far as Joseph could remember, she hadn't missed a note. The crashing finish of the Polish prelude was about due; she would be tired when the music was through for it had been nearly a half-hour in full recital. It was, by his watch, an hour and a half until his next pupil, and that was adequate time to fuck Gale Trevor.