He hates bullshit as much as I do. I'm an actress, work repertory theater."No, that isn't art any more than sitting on the toilet is art. No. I mean, ...ou come in and you see her there.' He gestured toward his posing stand. "She's motionless.'"Okay, she's still. For maybe five minutes. What's the art in that? No value added.' Carl and I have this conceit that art has to "add value' to reality. It's our 'economic theory of art' or maybe our 'theory of economic art' — we've never raised it above a. She calmed down for a minute and said "do you not remember our rule from last night? I said nothing with my vagina! I am saving that for my husband!" I was a little shocked, not that I didn't remember last night, but what had we done to both be naked and horny this morning? She became upset that I had no obvious recollection but I played it off and said I would be happy to see to her needs however she requests. With a sigh she grabbed my now flaccid cock and began stroking it and soon. Like a disneyprincess. (pulls out her iPhone) Turn around and face me, dear.I did as she said.Olivia: Good girl. Hold out your skirt and smile.I held out my skirt nice and wide as I smiled.Olivia: Awww, very pretty. (Snaps a picture and switches to video) Nowgive me a twirl.I twirled and my dress flared out so prettily, exposing my bloomers.Realizing this I blushed.Olivia: Oh, Jenny, that was beautiful. Very pretty.Jenny: Thank you.Olivia: You are to curtsey when you say "Thank you" or "yes.". Just a glass or two then I'll go home ok? Would you please bring two glasses?"Katy seemed to weigh her choices a little, and then answered."Sure, I guess that's fair enough."She stood up and walked towards the kitchen, giving him a full view of her cladded bottom and what could have been a nice black thong. The blanket was not adherent enough, though.Jack looked around: the living room was spacious and well appointed. The big beige couch paired with a sofa on the left. In front, there was a.