Kevin studied the image on the screen for a few moments and said, “Instead of painting you on a canvas, he wants to paint on you as a canvas.” Kar... nodded. “I have to admit he is quite an artist.”“I know. I think he is a really good artist,” said Kari with a sigh.“You know, it could be fun,” said Kevin. “Do the girls know what kind of artist he is?”“Not yet, but since I don’t know if I want to do it, I don’t think I should them.”“I guess I agree with you, but I think you should talk to the. She had to maintain her composure. She didn't want to come off as a slut working the tracks just to get laid, but was glad she opted for no bra to run in today. She wanted him to notice her. If she could get ahead of him she could give him a view of her shapely ass as well. Her thoughts melted like butter on hot bread when he accelerated and shot down the track for his final lap of the day. She finished her run and headed towards the female locker rooms. Lost in her thoughts of the mysterious. "Shut up, bitch!" Coco ordered and continued playing the crop betweenthe woman's legs."But ... but you didn't say anything about hurting me ..." she whinedand looked pleadingly towards her mentor as he stood a few paces away,his throbbing prick in his hand."This won't bring her out of it, will it, Doc?" Mark questioned as heremoved his togalike gown.Prinz shook his head as he removed his garment to stand naked beside thetall, muscular black man. "No, there's little chance of that,. Tabitha was starting to concur with the sentiment.“It’s not personal,” Jared said, radiating satisfaction. “And for the record, you’re one fine piece of ass, Sorrel, baby. I got no problems on that score.”The words played to Sorrel’s not inconsiderable vanity; she appeared mollified as she kicked off her heels and slid the thong away from her twenty-year-old bottom. Nature had served her well, it was true. As long as she kept those pretty features and that curvy little figure, Tabitha.