The artist must FEEL, have a true PASSION for life, else the image on the canvas is a lie."Mioki felt her heart in her throat. Never had anyone arouse... such feelings in her. She felt as if she were awakening from a stupor to, at last, understand life and the hunger for that life the artist must experience. She also realized that her awakening passions were not just for life itself, but also for the man who stirred those feelings within her."Shall we adjourn to the studio?" he asked.They. Most weeks I spent every waking hour at work or traveling between work and home. I barely remember what my house looks like. The only women I ever see are coworkers, you, Andrea," he smiled rakishly, "and vendor sales reps. The VSRs are already far too intent on fucking me in an entirely different way for me to be comfortable taking them to bed or, more correctly," his eyes got a faraway look, "to couch... or desk... or..." Yes," said Jolene quickly. "Well, it was just a suggestion. What about. Youre my favorite Santa. Holly Chuckled. ****************************************************************** Neither Nick nor Holly knew that there were secret cameras placed inside Santas grotto by Miss Campbell to spy on everyone. She was currently watching them make love and fuck on the desk in the Grotto. She sat in her office, with her panties at her knees and her skirt pulled up around her ass, as she slowly rubbed her clit. Tweaking her nipples through her starched shirt, she ran her. He rapped his knuckles on the front door and opened it (everyone just walks into my house). Alex was about to announce his arrival and was stopped halfway through the word, "Dave." 'How are you doing mate?' Would have been the rest of his introduction had he not seen me tied up, gagged and blindfolded in my red speedos.Alex didn’t speak any more but I gasped, as well as I could manage to gasp when he touched my erect cock through the red lycra of my speedos.He started rubbing my cock, it felt.