I look at Liam and ask him to make sure the door is locked and turn to Tajo to take his jacket and shirt off. He is ripped underneath the uniform whic... is such a nice surprise. He must have heard my intake of breath and tells me he is a rugby player at college where he is studying business. I just thank the gods, and move to undo his slacks and his hard-on is standing tall. He pulls my t-shirt over my head and bends down taking my nipple in his mouth. I groan as he sucks and plays with it. I. The expression on my face must have been an odd one, because he laughed when he saw me looking at him. "Would you like me to draw you?"I was stunned. Did Mr. Monet really just ask me to be a model for his next painting? That could not be true. I was entirely used to being on the other side of the canvas, not on this one. On the other hand: he was the professional here, the only true artist, the teacher, and I was merely his student, his admirer. If someone like him wanted me to model, who was I. The water pleasantly cooling on my feet. I so much wanted to dive in there and then, but having no trunks with me gave me second thoughts. I sat back on the rock and before long the heat was once again unbearable. I figured that as no one had come along so far, it was unlikely that they would, so I stood, and quickly slid down my briefs, suddenly feeling a sense of complete freedom. It felt amazing to have the sun kissing every part of my body, even for that brief moment before I took a. You can call me any time, any time, Enrique.’ And with that she hurried down the hall towards the bathroom, where she gave herself first a quick shower and then stood at the vanity making her face up. There was no conversation between myself and Enrique. I busied myself in the kitchen and brought him an ash-tray when he lit a cigarette. In a few minutes, my wife appeared at the front of the hallway with a bright smile. She had changed from her fullcut white cotton underpants into small red.