”“Just draw.”I drew. It only took about five more minutes before I was finished.“Thank you, Morgan. This is beautiful. You are beautiful. I lo...e it.”“May I dress now?”“Yes. And ... just thank you. For everything.”I went to my lift and using my new sketch as a reference, painted the outline of the new figure onto the wet plaster.“I’m free for the day, Tony. How can I help?”“I need a good palette of wide-ranging flesh-tones, Morgan. Everything from Asian to Black to Caucasian.”“Including Native. I see nothing resembling a bar for miles around. I worry we are not going to make it.Suddenly, Stephanie turns. "You missed Western," She scolds me. "This is the street!"We take a right down an alley. At the end of the street I see an awning and a red carpet. Two men in tuxes - valets, I assume - wait for us. Beyond I notice a fenced parking lot full of many expensive cars."We're here!" Stephanie announces."This is weird," I have to comment.The valets open the car doors for us. I notice both. She continued to stroke it, as David ran his hand through her hair. He was as hard as steel in seconds. I looked at the huge cock in her small hand and it seemed amazing. So that was what the mythical "9 inch cock" looked like. Her hand barely circled it as she stroked. His penis stood straight up when she let it go. Veins worked their way up the shaft and the head was a wide, red bell on the end, with a gaping, shiny slit on the tip. The balls hung down low below the masterpiece and my mouth. It is just as wet as it was at my place. I could smell her scent as my tongue starts darting in and out of her pussy. We are both slurping and moaning as we devour each other. We are both so ready for each other it is just a matter of minutes before we are flooding each other’s mouths. We lie there and recover from our orgasms. I lift myself and look into her eyes before saying, “You can use the shower if you think you need one before I take you home. Before you ask, yes you are still a.