Again it was not the behavior or the style I'd expect from a famous artist. I think the thing I loved watching the most though was the way her butt ji...gled as she painted. I was afraid to start my saw, I thought the noise might distract or startle her. When I saw her sit down in front of her canvas and look at it, I raised my hand and pointed towards the saw. She smiled and nodded that it was OK. She came over and watched me line up the pieces and then cut through them. We started. "Turn over," he said gently. I did, getting on all fours. Greg took charge again, raising my ass up and pushing my head down. I could feel my dick throbbing, but didn't know what to expect. I then felt pressure against my ass hole - I tickled around the rim, making me shiver, but then the pressure came and I knew that he was trying to slowly and gently enter me. I kept my ass up, and could slowly feel my ass opening and his dick entering. It was a slow process, and it hurt, but it also felt. "Chuck: "Well everyone, are you ready to meet Paul's date?"The audience cheers as a TV monitor comes on with a beautiful dark haired girl on the screen.Chuck: "Welcome to Make that Date, Rebecca!"Rebecca: "It's good to be here Chuck." She winks at Paul and smiles. "Hi Paula."Paul: "Hi Rebecca."Chuck: "I noticed you called him Paula. Why was that?"Rebecca: "I don't date men Chuck. I'm into women."Chuck: "Not even game show hosts?"Rebecca "Not unless you want to grow a pair of tits Chuck."Chuck:. Before long, I was on my knees sucking two hard cocks. After Sim blew his load onto my face, I walked over to the ladies room where I cleaned up once again, and with it being empty, I was able to reapply my make up, once again for the evening. A gurl has to look her best. Dan picked me up a the door and we drove off again. This time, I was in the back seat spreading my legs for truck drivers as we drove up I-75 back to Cincy. When we got back to Dan's house, I was begging to be ass-****d in the.