Clyde and Earl, as usual, continued to use her as they wanted, and they arranged for another weekend together. Janet was trying to get out of the week...nd, when Earl sent her an email with an attached picture. When she opened the picture, she was shocked to see that it was a picture of her, straddling one guy as the other was fucking her in the ass. And, it was very obvious to anyone who would see the picture that it was her. She knew then that she had no choice but to go to Clydes again for the. Guess we could at least take a look…’ I murmured. Before I knew what was happening I was unlocking my studio and letting him in to view the painting. ‘I don’t even, think it’s here. I mean, it’s probably in storage.’ I stalled as I lit up the large studio space. Canvases were everywhere. I often work in a series of paintings, with an occasional commission thrown in. I had a large commission for a Beverly Hills hotel in the works. I was on the tail end of the project but it wasn’t due for. Mum and Dad have encouraged [made!] us prepare and cook meals since we got into double-figures, so my sisters and I are all familiar with the simpler recipes.Rachel's expression was bland, while Danni looked disgusted because she'd finished and, by parental dictat, was required to wait until we all – that is, I – had finished before anyone could leave the table.I got through my food and we three all went back upstairs. As Danni reached her bedroom door, she stopped and turned to me.'If you can. Vivid images of her squeezing her breast flooded my mind: of her slender fingers teasing and pinching her hard nipple. I felt a throb between my legs and a familiar wetness. Soon my musky scent would mingle with her sweeter scent, both overwhelming the perfume she wore. “Faster, faster,” she cried, an urgency in her voice I hadn’t heard often. I took delight in letting my tongue flicker over her clit, accelerating to a speed I didn’t know my tongue could move at. Teasingly I slowed, pressed.