I could see it becoming redder and redder. The sub was kicking her legs out and I was getting a wonderful view of her open pussy. The dom reached down...and pulled the chain connecting the clamps to each of the subs nipples. I could actually see the nipples stretch and heard the sub moan. I watched the dom help the sub stand up. The dom reached for the chain again and gave it a tug. When she let go, the breasts bounced back into position. The dom stood up as the sub spread her legs, put her hands. She also was so lost in her own mind that she didn’t notice that Sara now was working two fingers into her vagina. “Because I just want to know was the last time you orgasm?” Sara asked Jill pulling her out of her own thoughts. “Oh my… umm… that’s…” Jill was trying to get out as Sara now had three fingers in her. Sara was working the third and then fourth finger in as with her other hand rubbed her thumb on Jill’s large clit. It was the largest clit that she had ever seen and it was making her. Robin reached over and picked up the bottle of anal glide lube sitting on the table and and poured a copious amount over her hands and massaged it onto Stan's stiff cock,then leaned back on the table letting the first couple inches of her creamy smooth ass dangle over the edge of the wooden table as she spread her legs wide,pulling her thighs backward towards her tits.Stan moved in close grabbing each of her ankles tightly in with each hand as he slid his cock into her tight asshole,at first. Painting is… art.’ He paused for a moment. ‘But why do you do it? I know it is art.’ ‘I paint because it is art,’ he persisted, ‘art is the most immediate way to become close to others. Every stroke of paint, tells you who the person was, or what they felt or what they knew, anything and everything about them.’ ‘You sound so sure,’ I though back to the forest, and it saddened me. Perhaps I never knew him, the one I loved. I had never seen his art, there had never been a stroke of colour on.