”Their lips met, and they hugged tighter, breaths quickening through their noses. Brad smoothed his hands up and down her back, feeling the sculptur...d shape of her beautiful body.Abby grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. “My fuck, what a chest!” Her eyes widened, running her hands over his pronounced muscles. She kissed and licked his nipples.“As I said before, it’s your body baby!” He smiled.“I am an explorer who is going to discover every square inch of your luscious. She went to wipe up the dribble off her chin, but her arms wouldn't move. The memory of the night before came rushing back to her. She opened her eyes and looked at her hands. She was still suspended from the rafter on the porch.As she slowly came awake, she took stock of the changes in her condition from last night. The gag was gone. She was not hanging freely as her feet were resting on one of the benches from the porch. What surprised her most was that there was no pain in her back, her legs. I went ahead and shucked my jacket and clothes, dropping everything on the floor since there weren't any hooks or hangers in sight. I sat on the stool and he positioned me with one foot on a rung, the other on the floor, turned me about a quarter turn to the left and had me cross my arms and look down.Since I was posing nude, he had the room toasty warm. He was wearing loose-fitting khaki shorts, a T-shirt and flip-flops. In my peripheral vision, I caught a flurry of movement behind the easel. I’m Roman Gulliver, my late father’s name was Antonio.’ ‘B-but you’re around my age.’ ‘True but you’re better looking than I am and I really am a pal of your stepfather’s.’ That made her look a little less certain. ‘May I come in an look around?’ ‘Yes, I welcome that. I’m still working on modernizing the place. Are you any good at wielding a paint brush?’ ‘Well I ought to be,’ she said brusquely. ‘I have a master’s in fine arts and produce work professionally as a portrait painter.’ ‘Oh ma’am,.