I took a fewdeep breaths to try to compose myself. My face felt hot and I assumed itwas from blushing, but then again, I began to realize embarrassmen...wasn't the only thing I was feeling. I slipped my hand into my pantiesto feel myself, and I was moist with arousal to say the least. I was wetin fact. I slipped a finger inside myself and felt for the first timethat Dr. Kwan had been right, I was a lot bigger down there. Withpenises out there now like the one Lisa had, that was probably a. Michel backin 1983... the three of us naked, squirming on a giant canvas, ourbodies smeared with water colors... licking... fucking each other in J.Michel?s Crosby Street studio filled with stupid, crazy paintings thatlooked like the work of an idiot child but which changed the course ofart history and are worth millions of dollars now... like the paintingwe made squirming naked on that canvas which J. Michel subsequentlypainted on and painted over... which sold, just a few days ago,. That said, I felt I was at least average in that department as well.There was a loud buzzing noise on Miss Sheridan's desk. She stood up and told me that Mr. Dunleavy was ready to meet with me. I stood up as well, and the two of us walked over to the closed door leading into Mr. Dunleavy's office. When we walked in, Mr. Dunleavy was seated behind a very large desk. He didn't bother to stand, so I didn't offer to shake hands with him. There was only one chair in front of his desk and he pointed. ‘Come on over, babe.’ He said, his deep tone making me shiver again. I licked my lips, seeing that his erection was straight up in the air…gosh, I missed this so bad… I started to walk over to the bed, slowly taking off my shirt and tossing my hair with it. Winking, he grinned and I undid my bra. Letting that fall to the floor, I stepped over to the dresser and unbuttoned my jeans. Pushing those down to the floor, I kicked them aside and turned my back to him, hoping he was getting a good look.