She brought one of my portfolios over and sat on my lap in the recliner as we opened it and perused the sketches. It was an older portfolio and I hadn...t seen these pictures in a good ten years or more. Rita was trying to guess which models I'd slept with based on my drawings, but I told her that wouldn't be possible simply because I seldom ever slept with a model before I had done the sketches and usually not until after a painting was finished. Still, she was being uncannily correct in most of. Thank you for letting me be a bitch in the club, but I want more, I want this night to be fucking humiliated, mocked, if you cannot do it, I'm going to find myself adventure. He stood up, walked over to the cabinet took the bag which usually are stored my sex toys. He took the two things, and I threw them on the bed, dress up. These were leather collar with a chain leash and butt plug with a horse's tail. I put the collar itself, then bent like a cat, spread my ass and inserted the butt plug in. The man was given her attention for several hours. Sometimes they attended plays, musicals, and even danced. But very seldom ever took a man home with her. Frank found out that he was an exception.Gwen felt frazzled. The work load she carried almost buried her nearly every day. She never wrote or wired Frank because she was afraid for him being in the war zone. So she had to make decisions that might have required her to flip a coin. However, she did not flip that coin. She used her intuition. Snapping out of my trance, I hurriedly dropped my pants and held my throbbing manhood against her sex, carefully running my bulbous, deep-red glans up and down her perineum and vaginal entrance. Linda rested her forehead against mine, sighing with pleasure. After a while she nodded. “Okay, I'm ready, let's fuck,” she said softly. I leaned back slightly, so we could both watch as I slid my cock into her. Exquisite electric chills ran up and down my spine as her hot, well lubricated vagina.