.. but to be a real whore I had to let Trixie free again. She's not like a mask anymore that I can pick up at will, wear for awhile for fun and then s...fely put away all neat and tidy again. She's me ... sometimes even the most real part of me, and I now feel like Kathy has now become the mask that Trixie wears when she needs to be dull and boring for awhile. Trixie wants and needs to be a whore, to screw everyone at the club that she can and she won't let me quit now! It's like a drug to her,. The curriculum was mainly still life and landscape but did include some figure painting.For the figure painting I employed a willing student who would pose for a stipend from my limited budget. Usually it was a female student but this year a well-built nineteen-year-old male volunteered.Brad had the body of Adonis. Was a blue eye blonde with well defined muscles. He was a natural for a figure study so I gratefully accepted his offer.The first time Brad posed for the class I was amazed as was. "Theydefinitely changed in some ways; I know we became a lot closer than weever had been before after that conversation. Dad even told me a longtime ago that he'd learned to read up on a politician before voting,rather than just checking all the boxes marked Republican." So anyway," I continued, "they refused to take no for an answer, andabout a month later, I was happily recovering in bed while your dad waitedon me hand and foot. Once I was back on my feet again, Nick suggested wetake both. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer. ‘Suck it bitch’ I growled, I wasn’t sure what had come over me but I then grabbed the back of her head and pretty much pushed her open mouth onto me cock. She didn’t resist though. She pulled back and forth and started to lick my bell end each time she pulled back. Fuck me it was amazing.I felt my body begin to tense and my balls start to ache and she felt it too. I was going to cum.‘I’m gonna cum.... fuck.... I’m cuummm.’She didn’t stop.