.." he gulped, then looked back at her for reassurance, " ... my love said I should volunteer to help. With the girl."I looked at him in disbelief. Wa... he saying what I thought? Did he just volunteer to fuck my Simone? I asked him, pointblank.He withered at my suggestion that he had anything illicit in mind."No, Lawrence! For training purposes only. For good of the girl, only. Not my pleasure! My beloved there every time! No pleasure for me at all with my love there."I don't think he realized. By early afternoon I at last stopped and surveyed my work, it didn't do her justice but the painting still radiated life. It was the best piece of work I had done for many a month if not ever. Suddenly I felt hungry and made my first meal for days, just a sandwich and boy did it taste good. Her vision inside my head was still as clear as ever, so I started a second canvas this time with her in a different pose reclining naked on a chaise. Before I knew it, it was after midnight and suddenly I. I wispered in her ear to see if shed wake up and nope nothing. So i started poking her big butt and still nothing, so i pinched her little brown nipples and still nothing. So i slapped her ass 'SMACK' her ass jiggled and still nothing. I laughed, and signed my boys over and said screw it yall seen her touch her up now. So as they waited in line like good boys haha... they all had their turn carresing her juicy bubble butt her nice titties as i drank my beer and watched from the other side of. She put the bottle down, closed her eyes and gently, oh so gently took her breasts in her hands. They felt amazing, oily, silky, sensitive, sexual, and she was as horny as hell. Fuck!Maggie was horny. She tweaked, squeezed and massaged her breasts, then began to run her fingers down across her stomach. Maggie pulled the elastic of her thong away, allowing the trapped oil to trickle downwards.Still not looking upwards to the lit hotel room over the street, Maggie pulled the nearby wooden chair.