“Hey this whore is wet!” somebody shouted. No, she was not getting excited by this she tried to convince herself. It was remnants of her excitemen... from before. Her body might be responding to the physical stimuli, but not her mind. She could never enjoy this humiliation. Like rain pounding an old tin roof, Debra heard the sounds of handfuls of change being thrown into the bucket. As she heard the number of coins, her body tensed in preparation of what might happen next. She heard the sounds of. Sylvia had decorated the room nicely handing up a variety of posters and photographs. She had put a woven throw over her bed and there were a variety of ornaments and candles. There was a pleasant smell of herbs from a number of tubs of potpourri. She wore a white blouse and a long flowing skirt which looked Scandinavian. I could see her white, lacy bra through her blouse. She was bare footed. ‘Would you like coffee or I have green tea if you prefer.’ ‘Tea would be great,’ I replied. I had. Brad had the body of Adonis. Was a blue eye blonde with well defined muscles. He was a natural for a figure study so I gratefully accepted his offer.The first time Brad posed for the class I was amazed as was the six female art students. He was not only well built but his penis exceeded eight inches hanging flaccid between his legs.Somehow we got through the session and I asked Brad if I could have a word with him after he dressed.Cheerfully Brad returned to the studio dressed in his tee shirt. He handed it to Grandmother and said, "Would you take care of this? I don't think I'll need it anymore." He went over to his bike, hugged Jaz, and climbed on. She nestled into him and they drove off together.After they were gone, Grandmother used a bit of power and changed the gun into a decoration for the new expansion she was planning. She then turned and saw Anya with an annoyed look on her face. "Problem, child?" After all the speeches, all the lectures you have given me about 'giving away.