I did as she asked and stood there desperate for relief. “I what to see it, so knickers down for me” she ordered and I obliged. “still a tiny li...tle sweet thing” she mocked “but you have been a good girl so I think a treat is in order”.She walked or to the kitchen table and bent over lifting her skirt back up. Her legs parted I could see her hairy cunt which I had just licked out. “Come on then do you best and give me a good fucking”. God I was good to go but I was soon over shooting my spunk. She slightly moaned and then shuffled round to face me, as she did I bent down and licked her nipples as I only managed this once she had her hand on my cock and was backing towards the stairs, she sat down and pulled me close to her.I unbuttoned my jeans and as they fell down she reached and pulled my undies down as I sprang into life. Taking my solid wood in her hand she pulled back my foreskin and licked my helmet, God it was heaven! After a few minutes of this I couldn’t stand it any longer. She invited me in and then offered me some coffee. "Tony's a little late finishing up his round of golf, he told me to have you wait," Betty had said.What was I to do, just up and leave? This was one of the owners of the company I worked for. I figured I was in for a wait. Betty sat down directly across from me on a couch. She was a small woman with dark brown hair, attractive features and she had big tits. My eyes homed in on them the first minute I was there. The robe she wore revealed her. He noticed a painting on one wall. It looked vaguely familiar. A closer inspection showed the painting, with the plump and downright fat women, was painted by Peter Paul Rubens in the early 1600s. Waite recognized the style. He continued to look around. There were more paintings.He didn't recognize a few. One he did. He'd seen it in the National Museum of Art in Washington. It was Renoir's 'Diana the Huntress'. How it got here was anybody's guess. He collected all the art and stacked it by the.