Head swiveling from one to the other, Oscar watched the two artists discuss him as if he were not present. Clearing his throat, he asked, “What is i... that you see?”“We see the look of a man who knows his fate,” Karla answered feeling sick to her stomach.Feeling sad by what he saw, Dante turned away and said, “You do not need to sit for me. I’ve seen all that I need to create a statue of you.”“Same here,” Karla said while closing up her sketch book. Physically, Oscar had not changed even though. Bragging . . ." "Oh, no, ma'am," I told her truthfully. "I don't ever talk about any of my good customers." She looked at me sharply. "You sound like you're . . . rather used to this sort of thing." "I've got some nice customers," I said. I didn't want to keep talking about it, so I said, "I've got to go now. A lot of deliveries to make yet." She slid off the table. "I suppose I owe you a tip for . . . for delivering the groceries. Wait a minute." "You don't have to tip me," I said. So we walked in and were greeted by Frankie. Clad with a huge ring on her left ring finger, this tanned, dark haired beauty’s hair ran down past her shoulder. She was in her late 20’s, 5’8′ tall and had a full, chubby figure – she probably weighed somewhere around the 190 lb mark. Her tits were perfect, my guess was around a 38 DD and her ass was just the way I like it…not small and boney nor huge and the size of Texas . There was the perfect amount of cushion and as she walked in her short,. I kept my arm around Megan and she made no effort to pull away as we swayed together with the other couples in the darkness. Megan snuggled her body closer to mine and moved her hips with the music. My cock was getting rock hard with her tight body, her hair, her pert breasts all pressed against me. My arm was resting around her bare waist with my hand positioned on her bare lower back just above the waistband of the miniskirt. I was getting incredibly turned on by this mischievous minx. I.