They are just pictures after all. He’s on top of me and he’s fumbling between my legs. He’s searching, his fingers digging into me roughly and t...en he finds it and spreads it apart and then he’s pushing inside of me and there it is. ‘Oh yeah, baby.’ He pushes harder and it slips in further – and shouldn’t it feel good? It feels like nothing. A piece of raw meat jabbing inside of me. But I have to play my part. I raise my knees into the air and wrap my arms around his body. He’s panting, lying. The much-mentioned College. Pleased to meet you. Donna is my absolute favourite lady.’ ‘Mine too.’ Donna swatted my arse gently. ‘Be silent, hussy. You’re here purely as an ornament.’ There was a large audience and the gallery owner, called Julian, introduced the artist and mentioned Donna’s role in promoting her. More pride for me. Formalities over, the viewing began with a lot of sage nodding of heads and even more champagne. A hand caressed my arse. I didn’t normally mind when she did that,. It made her happy to know he had come to her with a need that she could fulfill. Crushed as she was under his weight, she began to try to move her pelvis, grinding against him. She was going to make him come. And she was going to do it again and again and again. And then she raced away with him to the first of many orgasms.When she woke up in the morning, she was alone in her bed. He had left after she had fallen asleep. She couldn't remember how many times they had done it. She just remembered. He wearily undressed andcrawled into his bunk. He knew that he should put his pajama’s on,but he was just too tired to care.Within moments, he was asleep…. (hours later when he woke up)He didn’t know what time it was when he heard someone fumbling withthe lock on his door. Trying to see what time it was, he was suddenlyblinded by a brief flash of light as the door opened. Blinkingdrunkenly, he saw the silhouette of his mother standing in the doorswaying with the rhythm of the train.He pretended.