”“Your wish is my command!” he laughed. He stood and started pouring margaritas from the pitcher Lori had brought. His cock was standing up at a...tention, and I could see a drop of ooze on its tip. I reached out and stroked it, running my thumb through the pre-cum and rubbing it around his crown. It was a nice dick, thick and solid, perhaps six or seven inches in length.We drank, and Lori leaned over and kissed my fingers as they stroked Mark’s cock. She sucked my fingers in as she took him in. I don't like that one at all." Because you had a lot of emotion tied up in it, no doubt." He wasn't asking."Yeah, I was in a dark frame of mind when I painted that one. Bad memories." I fought to stay composed. The guilt and uncertainty of that night didn't hold a candle to the shit I felt now."Guilt. Shame. Fear. You can see it all in the design. It's a powerful piece, once you have most of the puzzle pieces in place to know what you are seeing." You took all that from that painting?" I felt. How the hell now was I going to contact Addie or her contact me? Crap, now what!I swept it up and dumped it in the garbage can. At least destroying my phone had calmed my adrenaline-charged panic attack. I went to bed and stared at the dark ceiling for the rest of the night. Pretty sure Addie wasn’t lying in bed all night, staring at a damned ceiling!I was at Verizon at nine the next morning. I’d picked up the kids from Grandma and Grandpa and dropped them off at school and daycare. Shittin’. Even my slight weight made him struggle for breath, but heseemed to like the asphyxiation, which brings a smile to his face. Iclose my eyes and begin to rub my cock in my lubed hand. I emotionallyproject myself to the mountain meadow where Matt Frawley always broughtme. He lays me down on a bed of flowering clover that tickles my noseand my skin as he presses down on me. He enters me gently, millimeterat a time, and fondles my breasts. Then he rolls me over, spreads mylegs into missionary, and.