It was another link in the chain and went towards confirming my beliefs. Maybe I was exaggerating the significance, but at least someone seventy years...earlier shared my faith in the painting and so did Vincenzo to have shelled out so much money all those years ago. “This is so interesting!” said Elizabeth as we stood outside the auctioneers. “I know, but to give the painting away! Your great uncle might never had the painting and then you…” “I know, like one decision. It can change. I jumped out of the car and beckoned him to follow me. One couple shopping and one lady staffing the counter was the entire occupancy, except for us. I perused lingerie, toys, and videos with him in tow. The attendant helped me to pick out something I had always wanted to try; a “training” butt plug. It was small enough not to be intimidating.My date, ever the gentleman, paid for it as well as the recommended lube and some sanitizing wipes. He then turned to me with an impish grin and said, “I. Stan got in and, before starting the car, leaned towards her and murmured, "Payback can be a bitch, you know!" Is that a threat, little man?" she enquired, teasingly arching her brow. "Yup!" he replied, chuckling, and drove on towards Denise's place.Denise greeted them both at the door with kisses — affectionately on the cheek for Anne, a smouldering kiss full of promise for Stan — and invited them in. "I've been looking forward to this... a lot! How about you, Anne?" Me? I'm just a little kid. I had a shoot in a small island, not far from Greece, that was taking several weeks to complete, one afternoon, they didn’t like the weather, deciding to cancel the rest of the day, picking back up in the morning. I had a boyfriend now and I had been on the road for a long stretch this time, missing his nice cock pumping me in and out until I exploded, giving him blowjobs early in the morning and even occasionally I let him take me anally for a total different feeling, With our time difference.