She was still laughing. "What's the joke?" I asked. She stopped laughing, smirked, and said, "Sandra is very nervous. Be gentle with her." She laughed...again. "I was nervous posing nude the first time," I said. "That's not the reason she's nervous Clay, she's afraid she'll give in to temptation!" Ms. Purdy gave me a wicked smile. My blank look indicated I didn't understand. "Why do you think these women are here?" she asked. "To learn to draw of course," I replied. Ms. Purdy chuckled.. Two of the waiters had tried to pretend they were doing something but I could tell they were watching and a bartender at the bar as well I buttoned my shirt back up and began to finger myself trying to draw as little attention as possible but still keeping a small audience. The best part of fingering myself is that when we are in a situation like this and I have been on the edge of busting for a while, a few quick motions with my fingers and I can orgasm. My husband loves watching me do it, and. . and an aching fear of being left by him was always on my mind. I was so alone. Day after day I had waited for him... What started off as regular, romantic dates, eventually turned into a few sappy text messages saying “Miss you xoxo.” I was finally starting to give up, even having thoughts that he found something better... Or someone. As my melancholy kept clinging to me, I kept clinging to anything from him. Reluctant to leave, and dying for more.... I was out of my mind. To fill the. Then after that I think we were both just horny for each other, so she brought me to my bedroom and quickly undressed. Obviously I knew where this was going, so I undressed too. We were horny, but not so horny we forgot about protection. I got out a condom and put it on. We didn't really look at each other naked, she just laid down and I got on top of her. I just inserted my cock into her and began thrusting in and out a little quickly. “Oh yes, that's right Eddie, shove your cock into me deep.