She looked up and smiled at me with tears in her eyes. “Thank you; today would have been our 20th anniversary, and my husband’s pet name for me wa... ‘Mouse’.I could stand and watch Zoe work for hours when she’s concentrating on a model and the creation of an image on the canvas in front of her. I love the way she chews on the end of her brush as she concentrates. The way she flicks the hair back behind her ear sings to my heart. She loses herself to the passion of her art. The model would be. Oh, so warm and inviting... so wonderful... so relaxing... "3... 2... 1... Wake up Becky. How do you feel?" Becky opened her eyes, shook her head. "Oh... oh, my goodness... is... is it over? Was I really out? Amazing..." she sat up, rubbing my head. The lights were still dim but turned up a little more. Kinsore smiled her."Yes. You've been out for almost two hours. Now I need to tell you something. You can't tell anyone what we do here. Do you understand?" What are you talking about? Can't tell. I’d imagine my hands reaching out to that part of her skin which appears from her torn pants. I’d imagine touching that skin ... caressing ... squeezing ... pinching ... Oh, it must feel so soft, so smooth, so juicy. And then, I’d go deeper with my hand, inside her torn pants, slowly towards her most private part, and with my finger, I’d feel the fabric of her thong, I’d find it so oily, I’d go up and down so slowly, feeling the skin on the sides, I’d notice her breathing getting heavier, I’d. Cerconi and Donata sitting on a two person sofa and Santino, her brother, sitting in an upholstered chair beside them. Mr Cerconi waved him to the only remaining chair in the room. It was pretty clear to Jeremy that this meeting was to set the stage and the rules for him, his life, and the relationship he would have, if any, with Donata. The other family members were included so that all people would hear the same thing, at once."Last night when I met you, you admitted to me that you have had.