‘This will be an icon for me.’ ‘Thanks, Mutt. Glad you like it.’ ‘Did you get her to pose for you?’ ‘Didn’t need it, your picture was ...nough.’ ‘Excellent.’ They regarded the painting for a moment, and Tom asked: ‘Say Mutt, won’t your wife object to this in your study?’ ‘Sherrie’s strictly forbidden to come in here,’ Mutt said calmly. ‘Only the housekeeper and I have a key to this room. I told her I dumped my last wife for violating my privacy. She’ll stay away.’ ‘You dumped your last wife when. I stepped out of my panties, and turned around to face you, naked. I heard you gasp and clear your throat. You said, “Drape yourself in the scarf.” I did as you said and you took pictures of me naked, twirling with the scarf, draped in the scarf, and lying on my back with the scarf trailing over me. It was wonderful. To hear your voice the way I imagined it, and know all your attention was on me was exhilarating. I became bolder and began to touch myself the way I wanted you to touch me. I was. Then came a call: ‘You crazy whore trying to fill the minds of our young people with filth – crawl back into your hole, bitch and stay there.’ ‘Up yours,’ Sierra said calmly, terminating the call, her hands shaking. She was reaching to disconnect the phone from the wall when the phone rang. ‘Yes?’ she answered defensively. ‘Miss Ballantyne?’ ‘Yes,’ she replied, still apprehensive. ‘Al Morgan, of Morgan Chapman Rizzo. Lovely article about you in this morning’s Village Thinking. I would like to. A tacit request to keep my hands from distracting you, you place my arms above my head, taking my nightgown with them. Taking in the view, you flick my nipples until they stare at you with wide-enough eyes. Then, you lay most of your weight on me and unfold your legs. Without glancing away from my face you thrust Him inside of me, making me gasp in surprise. You pump slowly into me and refuse to let us get too close to cumming until you’ve tasted me properly. Determined, you come out of me,.