My wife and me were as different as night and day. She was slim, dark-haired, and lithe, whereas I was blonde, big breasts, and curvy, my voice thick ...ith my Ukrainian accent. We met as strippers—Chantelle would call us exotic dancers—at Deja Vu in Lakewood, Washington. There we debased ourselves for the foul lusts of men before the asshole Mark and his whore enslaved us.And Lilith set us free. She showed us a world free of men. Seattle was the start of our paradise. Every man in the city that. That night I lay on my bed when daddy came in and sat down on the mattress, I cringed, but daddy just smiled, 'It's OK sweetheart, I'm not wanting anything from you, you are too young'.He then lay down on my bed as I sat beside him, 'I really just love to sleep with someone beside me', he explained. I sat quietly and said nothing.'Your sister wanted to have sex with me, she is like her mother, a fucking nymphomaniac, and she wanted it all the time'.I nodded quietly, from our history I knew Emma. I am not an art theorist, only a spectacular seducer of women. But she was right in one respect. My eyes were transfixed by that portrait!Gleyre spoke gently but firmly. "I have now painted you out of existence except as the implied, devoted viewer of this portrait of Circe. The man who would love to kiss ass, and has never been allowed. The seducer of women become now their ultimate brown noser." What?" I repeated, stupefied even as I looked to find Miss Circe again, and found. She was about to stand, but David gave her a look that made her sit back down in her seat. She felt like the two men were taking forever to finish, and she needed cock. As she imagined the different horse’s cocks twitching and throbbing inside her, her little pussy cried out for attention. Finally, David and Carlos were finished and they all stood up.“We can’t go outside just yet,” David smirked as he led Aria down the hall. “You need to prepare yourself for your new suitors.”Aria looked at him.