As much as I tried to think only business-like thoughts, desire took over and my cock sprang to life, rock hard and straining against my slacks. I kno... Helen noticed this, but she said nothing. After a while, I removed my hand from her breast. It had been nearly 20 minutes and I couldn't take any more, so I excused myself to the men's room where I took out my cock and after a stroke or two, fired several streams of hot spunk into the urinal. After a few minutes, my erection subsided and I went. And it was silly, but keeping it displayed in the studio as a reference for the smaller pieces meant it was always a temptation to do one more thing. I draped it.“Kitten, what would you think if I sent my two paintings that are in storage down to Gerhardt?”“Are you going to release them now?” I heard the hesitation in her voice.“No. Nothing else that I’ve painted measures up to those two pieces. I’d ruin myself if I released them now. I was thinking of putting together a limited edition of the. She was shocked at first that I would really want to watch something like that and felt that I would get jealous watching another man fuck her. I assured her that it was just sex and I would not be jealous. At this she started to get mad thinking I didn't care for her but after a long discussion she finally agreed. She said that if it would make me happy she would do it but I think she was excited about the idea too. At one point she even admitted that she would like to be fucked by a guy. He feels bad because his wife screwed up on him and he has bad days. That's what women do to you.Time I changed the subject: "Davinia was surprised how good a cook I am. I've got to decide whether to take her out for dinner tomorrow or show off and cook at home."He looked up "A romantic dinner in a nice restaurant would be good." But she might then just go home afterwards. And cooking at home is the sort of softer side of the macho man bit. And then I've got her within ten steps of the.