‘Breathtaking,’ I said, not even realizing that it was out loud. Her breasts were round and firm with large put pale areolas and pale pert nipples... I sketched her quicker than anything else I had ever drawn and when I reached for my brush, even she was surprised. ‘You’ve finished the sketch already?’ I stopped what I was doing and looked at her carefully. I searched her face and found no fear, I decided for myself to be brave as well. ‘It’s like I was born to paint you like this.’ The words. It was a little while before I got the whole story about that from her, and longer still before I met Mary — when she came to bed with Sheila and me.That night I drove Sheila home to her little rented cabin. It was a little three room log cabin that she rented from a local motel by the month. There was a queen sized bed that filled the bedroom, a bathroom, and the biggest room held a couch, a table, and along one wall was the kitchen. It wasn't much but it was everything a single girl or guy. “I yield to you, soldier girl. Do what you will to me!”I smiled and reached into the nightstand for two pieces of soft rope. She grinned broadly as she saw the ropes and co-operated completely as I secured her hands to my bed which was thick oaken and more than strong enough to restrain her. She did not resist, just grinned as I tied left than the right to the bed, securing them before I got up and reached for Big Girl. “You're not going to tie my legs,” she inquired like it was an everyday. I'm stroking & fingering my pussy, biting my lip so I don't moan, watching him slide his coke can thick cock in her tiny looking cunt and her labia grips his cock on every out thrust, all wet & glistening...Suddenly from behind my dress is pulled up and a couple fingers thrust into my pussy, and I start to turn around to resist when he pinches my engorged clit between the fingers of his other hand & bites my rear shoulder, making me throw back my head & moan. I want to look but I don't want to.