..whereupon Joani (her real name?) excused herself and left the living room. She was back in a flash dressed only in a black g-string, black nylons, b...ack high heels and a pair of leg garters that boldly read: "WHORE."Joani had smiled and sat down beside him, placing her right hand on his inner thigh. In a husky voice, Joani said, "I want you to tie me up by my wrists to a ceiling hook and then tickle me with my feather whip/tickler. Then gently run some of my needle wheels - I have four. It makes me feel grief, Jack. After completing every other painting he's ever done, he burns them in a private ceremony. He burns them because he says they did not evoke emotion. If you take this commission, and your piece of sculpture doesn't evoke emotion, he'll take a jackhammer to it and reduce it to rubble."I chuckled and said, "No I wouldn't. I'd donate the piece to a charitable organization for their next auction, and then I'd take the tax write-off." I didn't know you were a painter,. But other older guys couldn’t compare. All summer it was one or two dates and no spark.”“Well that’s a shame,” I said insincerely. “You are young, smart and beautiful. Economic research says you will do well in your career.”Amy got up to leave, gathering her books and backpack from the floor. I doubt it was an accident she bent over at the waist with her bum pointed in my direction. Her short dress rose tantalizingly close to exposing her ass, but no such luck. Amy turned as she slung her. " Suddenly he lost all control. In a flash he had both hands holding her hips, steadying his target, and before she had time to react his cock was driving into her cunt."UUggghhhhh," she grunted, loudly, as his big prick bottomed out into her cervix in one quick plunge. "Oh, oooohhhh, god baby," he moaned, "your cunt is so fucking tight."Realizing, I suppose, that her resistance had failed to deter him, Chastity apparently had decided to quit fighting. Perfectly still now, she turned her head.