The pain was intense but the pleasure of biting on her nipple was even more intense so I grabbed her neck with one hand and the other one came forward...and started twisting her wet nipple in my fingers. Now she was getting wild with the abuse on both her nipples and she tried to get up but as I was holding her neck from behind, she couldn’t move but just kept grinding her jeans covered pussy on my jeans covered dick. After just a few seconds of this she started cumming hard & I tightened my grip. The stress of wanting to create the right painting, compounded with the nearing deadline, not to mention the upcoming holidays, were taking their toll on her physically as well as mentally. Capturing the pose was essential, she had sketched out in her mind the layout of the painting, the semiotics involved, the colors though sparse would be a focal point and the painting itself was to be a pinnacle, in fact her swansong. This piece was to be a dedication to her brother Daniel. Blackie glanced. It didn’t take long for me to get rock hard, and soon the liner of my suit was becoming too tight for my prick. Not that I’m all that well endowed, but I was probably 6” long even then. So I pulled my suit leg and liner to the side, and let my cock out, up it popped hard and ready. I slowly stroked it, occasionally massaging my balls, and soon I was dripping pre-cum from the tip of my prick which I would wipe off with my finger then lick my finger clean. After a few minutes of sitting on the. On day 93 I got on the phone at 9AM to begin searching for Jethro Morris. Something had drawn him to the Rosedale area. I began with social services. The man with legal access to their computer ran a quick check for me. He found that sure enough his files had been transferred from the Florida Medicaid system to the Mississippi Medicaid system.He told me that Jethro Morris had a sister named Molly. Yes that’s Molly Morris she would be at least fifty I thought, and still stuck with a child’s.