“If it were me in your position, then yes, I’d seriously consider selling. And I might not sell. But what I wouldn’t do is jump to a snap decisi...n. I’d think it through. I’d listen to the advice of the experts. And if you ask me, you’ve got two pretty knowledgeable experts downstairs. Experts who just happen to have been your father’s best friends. But it’s up to you, Riss. It’s pretty much your company now, so...” I shrugged. “I’ll see you in the morning.”As I started to walk away again, she. The white wine must have gone to my head, because I spoke without thinking. “You can paint me if you want. I’ve always wanted to be painted.”He’d looked at me. “I would like that. Is lonely for my hands without painting, my fingers feel itching inside until I can paint. But I have no paint or brushes.”“I can get some,” I said. “Tell me what you want and I’ll get it.” So he did – acrylic paints, brushes, art paper, and I wrote it all down. And then we talked about other things.“No wife.” I’d. One ear flinches briefly at his touch, flattening down to the hairline and trembling slightly.The stroking touch of a fingertip at the base of her ear sets off a chain reaction of events. Sensations moved down the nerves, along her neck, cheeks, and spine. Each step of the way; this message echoes across each member of her own muscles, fibers, organs and the very psyche of her being.It builds in intensity, a small shiver building into a mix of emotional response, caught up in the echoes feeding. An incredibly intense orgasm that wracked my body and made me shake all over. Then I fucked her with renewed vigour. I let go of her tits, knelt upright, grabbed her hips again and hammered her. I machine gun fucked her and she responded by going "Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah" sounding like a machine gun herself, adding the sound to my machine gun fucking. Then I went crazy. I started growling and snarling without even realising and then I lost it - I growled, snarled, barked, and finally HOWLED like a.