“Did you have sex with the artist when he painted you?” Artsy swallowed a quiet laugh and gave an amused look at both friends. The woman looked at...Dan with a steel eye for several minutes and Dan began to apologize. “I did, four times. The first was before he did the photographs. He wanted to put me in the mood, he said. He did, he was a wonderful lover and my body showed it when he photographed me, don’t you think?” “You have a radiance that shows in the pictures and paintings, the sculpture. As was his habit, he grabbed his very erect cock, rubbed it up and down in her slit to lube it and began his entry. With the large head of his cock pushed just inside her, she slowed him down to a gentle rocking motion as his slick cock entered her and stretched out her very wet pussy."Oh goddamn!" she hissed at him. "That feels too fucking good. Don't you fucking stop until you cum me. I want you to get me so pregnant so I can have your baby." I'd love to my dear but I've been cut." he said as. He accepted most anything she did now. And with the gag in his mouth, she didn't have to listen to him complain all the time. What a whiner!She introduced him to cock bondage and whipped his balls with a little flogger. He had squealed and fought until she pointed out just how much bigger he was and how much longer he could stay hard. He didn't know, of course, that she had reintroduced the Viagra that morning. After that, it was an easy sell.He hadn't liked the leather paddle she had used on. Only my friends occasionally come to my house and so I don’t bother with covering myself any more than that.I was sleepy and disoriented. I did not recall the time or stop to think who could be knocking the door now. I was not in my senses and just mechanically got up and went to open the door when I opened the dooe.A woman in the late twenties was standing there with a file and bag in hand. She was good looking in the green cotton saree. She was gaping at me, but I was not concerned. She.