" Janice led the way through the Tate Gallery. Originally intended to celebrate British Art it now focused on British Women's Art. In spite of the wor... of the Trustees, the generosity of some donors and the assiduousness of the Government in what they referred to as illegally held assets, there were still more gaps on the walls than the curator would have liked. They'd been reduced to hanging a selection of Beryl Cooks, for heaven's sake. The new exhibition was a critical and popular success,. Soon her clothing laid in a crumpled pile beside the bed. The room was hot and steamy, and their body glistened with moisture. He stood in front of her, held her hands above her head, and told her to kneel down. As she descended, her tongue quietly explored his muscular chest. Lower and lower she went, until her mouth engulfed the tip of his erected manhood. He moaned with delight as he held her arms apart and shackled them to fur-laced handcuffs dangling from the ceiling. He removed himself. It didn't really matter as he could see her looking at the thin garment and she wondered just how far her hand would get as she reached to pick it up. It was just another game of chicken.She had seen plenty of penises -- soft, hard and even so shy they had withdrawn back into the embarrassed patient's body; it didn't faze her. The reactions from her patients however were almost always unpredictable.The very youngest didn't seem at all worried -- prepubescent, there was little to see and. ” I knew exactly what I was doing, and also suspected the devastating effect it would have on Peter as she submitted.“My arse. Do it. Fuck my arse.” I pushed my hips forward, feeling first the stubborn barrier, then hearing her tortured yelp as the head of my cock broke though, helped by the combination of her secretions and my saliva.“My God, you really are a slut aren’t you,” I spat, “coming in here wearing your Versace dress, or whatever it is, and then fucking the pot-boy in the toilets.