I gently started to fuck her mouth, slowly driving my cock deeper into her mouth as she moved her head over more to take my cock in her mouth better. ...y now she started to moan as I increased my motions and I knew I had her. I reached down and began to caress her tits, gently fingering her nipples and pulling on them as she continued to suck on my cock. By now she had come around and had taken hold of my cock and was really sucking on it nice and hard. "You like that fuckin' cock?' I asked I. I hustled after her to fall in step beside her, though three or four feet away."Kendall, I'm so sorry about what happened last night," I began cautiously. She walked on stonily. "I had no idea those assholes were going to spy on you guys like that."She looked at me briefly, her expression softening fractionally before she nodded."I didn't think you did." Oh thank God!" I exclaimed in relief."And I haven't forgotten that you warned me about dating Wes." Uh ... well ... I don't think Wes..."My. You turn to watch as the guard locks the door behind him, leaving the two of us alone for the night. Turning back, you look at me with those glorious eyes and smile sweetly. We hold hands as we walk up the enormous marble staircase ending at a landing some thirty feet above the first floor. We proceed forward into the west gallery as the sun sets. We gaze around the large square room at the dozen or so paintings, mostly by the later Impressionists. Your gaze stops as you spy Modigliani’s. My hand was on her inner thigh, gripping a handful of her soft white flesh. I teased my cock, slick with her own juice, between the swollen lips of her pussy. I slid my entire length against her quim, from the tip of my throbbing cock to the base of my shaft.'Please, Sir; I need it back inside me...' she panted, her voice barely a whisper. My eyes met hers and I smirked, the heady feeling of power sweeping over me, making my engorged cock even harder. I reached out and gripped her left.