Aren’t you pleased for us? I guess we feel sorry for you, but not enough to ruin our enjoyment. Your wife is a meaty fuck, I promise you. It’s a s...ame for you, you can’t do anything to stop us. Ah well, I suppose you’ll just have to grin and bare it. Watch carefully, though, you still might learn something”. I said.And soon I was shooting my white pearls right up her ass while I masturbated her to a superb climax and hubby looked on. You know, something, I swear I saw tears in his eyes. Either. I’ve seen several.” He paused and cleared his throat, squinting at her. “You are a clever performer, a realistic screamer with a sturdy body and unbelievable jugs. Silicone are they? I’d say those involved in production could get ten years for each film. And the fines, oh my, hundreds of thousands. It is a crime, you know? Very serious. They jail people who just look at it.” He chuckled. “And you have a forged driver’s license, don’t you? That’s also a crime I believe.” Vixen felt suddenly. The clock on the wall read 11:00."What's the plan for today?" I asked."Yesterday we concentrated on her back," he said, "today; we will devote our attentions mostly to her breasts." I'll go check on her," I suggested."Don't bother; Olga is taking care of her needs, right now. Festivities start at two; you'll see her then, not before," he replied. "Unless you want to beat her, of course."I shook my head.Lunch was a light event, oysters on the half shell, truffle omelet and champagne. I decided. Jenna came in, off the phone and arranged her chair close to me so she could watch me draw. I placed Trisha in the position I wanted and noticed she had a glass of wine too. Now I could look at her all I wanted, and smell Jenna sexy perfume as a bonus. After an outline of her basic beautiful face , I went to work on those eyes. I called up all the talent I could and her eyes came to life. Jenna said: “Wow, he captured your eyes perfect Trish! Trisha got up to look and I stopped her. No, first.