"Dan clapped his hands twice and the group converged on Jimmy, disrobing him and smearing his body in a thick, sweet, aromatic cream, liberally coatin... his manhood with sensual care to prepare him. He then clapped once more and from an alcove behind a curtain inscribed with strange sigils a small figure in white samite stepped obediently into the flickering light. Her arms hung loosely and her blue eyes stared heedlessly through Jimmy, and he gasped at the sight of Dan's daughter as she stood. ” She smiled a wicked smile. “My name is Kristina Morays. I’m an art student.” She extended her hand in the gesture indicating she would like to shake my hand. I took her hand and shook. She held my hand squeezing gently but not letting go for a little longer than people normally do after a handshake. I turned back toward the painting, searching for the artist’s name on the placard next to the name of the painting which was, “The Secret”. There it was, “K. Morays”. “You painted this?” I said. He knows how to vary the pressure with his tongue, how to set up a rhythm, and how to explore the rest of my body with his hands while his mouth was otherwise occupied in a way that made me feel his attentions through my entire body. It didn't take me long. After the second one and a back rub from him, we both fell asleep.In the two times we'd been together, Charley and I had this habit of falling asleep almost immediately after orgasm. They felt more complete somehow with him and maybe that. .." I heard the tube being placed back onto the paper dispenser and then Don's hands were on my hips. He pulled me back and I slowly sat down until I felt the hot tip of his penis between my cheeks. "Oooohhh right there Don, right there, this girl nee-ee-ds it, she really nee-ee-eds your fuck--pole inside her... you don't need to be gentle, I'm a little whore and this slut needs it... ohhhh yessssss!" In one swift motion he pulled me down and stabbed upward. I lost my balance and fell back,.