They were impressed with the work of the other new artists, especially with one man who did sculpture. His characters gave the viewer a glimpse of the...subject's life, from the lined and worn face of the farmer holding a calf, to the look of exhaustion of a fireman as he stood in his gear. They stopped to talk to the artist whose name was Tom Farmer, and they exchanged praises of the other's work.By the time they finished the tour, the first of what was to become many customers sought out Mandy. Having lived witha few women, off and on, during my life, and being a fairly curiousperson, I'd always taken note of what women did to enhance their beauty,so on a sudden whim, I wondered whether Lucy had any face wax - afterall, that's how some of my girlfriends had got rid of unsightly facialhair.I took my stool back into the bedroom and sat in front of the mirror. Aquick rummage through the dressing table drawers and I found Lucy's facewax."Hmm," I thought, "this is going to hurt."***Forty. His bare skin was erotically warm against my own as he pulled me to his lips. It only took a few eager kisses before his hands found the back of my bra and started working at the hook. I moved closer to him so he could see what he was doing, but with a sly smile he shook his head, admitting defeat. Thought youd be better at this, I teased, lifting myself slightly. Releasing the strap myself, I threw my bra to the floor before leaning back down to him. Dont worry, it was broken. His chuckle was. ’ He said with a smile. His hand moved down between her legs, teasing her clit. Emily cried out and humped against his hand but he just pulled it away. ‘You are a bastard.’ She growled looking at him. Nathan chuckled again, he let his hand graze her pussy again while he teased her clit. ‘I know, but you love me.’ She groaned when he let a finger slide into her wet pussy. ‘I do…God help me I do.’ She pressed against his probing finger as he slowly fingered her. ‘Please baby. Make me cum.’ Nathan.