We enjoyed our vanilla sex. Sure we liked to spice things up by trying different things every now and then in the bedroom, but we had never ventured s... far as to discuss one of us being a submissive to a master. So I asked him about what had made him bring up the question. “Well,” he said, “I was reading about how it could be good for the relationship because it is all about trusting one another”. “Okay, so is this some thing you wanted to try? Because I have to say, I don't know how. I had an instant erection, despite the cold water, a dry mouth and I became totally incoherent. I knew I was babbling nonsense to her but I didn't want to stop and maybe give her to think and possibly become aware of what a wonderful sight she was providing me and cover it up. After letting me rave on for a couple of minutes, flicking my eyes from her pussy to her face, she said,"Well? What do you think of it? Why don't you concentrate on it and have a good look? I made certain my back is. Leaning back on her left elbow, she gazed into the mirror over her dresser and watched the slender middle finger of her right hand trace her magic slit through the thin layer of soft white cotton. Suzanne moaned when her fingertip found the hood of her clit, her eyes focused on the growing wet spot reflected in the mirror. She let her hand move slowly upwards, caressing her swollen tummy until her fingers found her heavy, rounded breasts. The otherwise petite pregnant beauty groaned as her. At the eastern end, on the wall, hung the five pictures.They stopped dead in their tracks. Dad looked at me and smiled.Mom walked over to the wall; Dad came up and put his arm around my waist. "Oh, Mary. They are wonderful. All of them. But this isn't the one of you I have at home." No, Mom. That was Will's first drawing of me, a copy. These are what he calls his 'Goddesses', Anne's Venus, I'm Diana. That one is Sigrid as a virgin and this one is her as Leda. And that's Heather's Ceres. Will's.