"Good...now at the sound of my voice you will open your eyes. You will obey my every command. Three, two... one! " he snapped his fingers. I opened my...eyes and looked at everyone around me. Marisa gave me a slight smile as I pretended not to notice. "Hmm. I have to say the seating position here isn't ideal. The male and female seating is a bit weird. " he said looking at me seated at the end, then Marisa, then Ingrid, Danielle, Tyson and Ramone. "Simple enough! " he said as he got me to change. With Alana, I could celebrate the beauty and passion of the female form with my art."Hold that pose for another minute," I said and continued the sketch I'd blocked out in the previous minute. She was leaning forward on her stiffened straight arms, her hands on the stool, and she'd pulled one leg up, resting that foot on an ottoman. Her stiff arms squeezed her heavy breasts together, not a lot, just enough. Her expression was introspective, and her dark hair flowed over the shoulder closest to. She was functionally the ‘older woman’ even if we were physically the same calendar age (of two years below her actual calendar age.) and she had sexual development advantage over me of about 18 to 24 months. I was the prey and she was the cougar, in spite of our being physically the same age. Good thing our brains were in charge and not our bodies!I was willing, frightened but willing. I am so very grateful that I had the form of a virile 14 year old and could perform as she demanded in spite. He was also making noises. Hhhhaaa…. Yes babyyy… Youuuuu are soo…. Sweeeetttt…. Ooohhh…. Uuuummmm… I was flying in the heaven of joy. My body was moving with his every stroke to my pussy. He was pushing hard. His speed of his thrust came down. He made noise and thrusts with small gaps. Inside my boobs a blast take place…ummmaaaaa….. Tears come from my eyes. Oh. What a pleasure! He pushed hard. Hhhaaa. He pumped out his juice inside me. He stroked inside my pussy. He kept his cock there a while.