In all of the artwork, the man and the woman looked the same in each piece. Not ever having seen the man, obviously, he had no idea it was the artist,...but he began to realize that the woman giving them the tour looked like the woman in all of the artwork."Forgive me for asking, but that looks very much like you in the all of the paintings and the sculptures. Is it you?" asked Zach."The woman beamed with pride. "Yes, as a matter of fact, it is." Beautiful," said Zach. "And still beautiful." Why,. Then I was standing near the door and she didnt say anything and went inside. I was standing for 5 mins exactly at the same place, before she called me ‘idhar aayiye’. Now I started trembling and went to the other room from which she called, I saw her sleeping on the bed covered with a dark colour bedsheet. Dim light was on, It was quiet awkward as girls here in US are pretty straight forward they talk about sex and first get themselves familier with the guy before having sex, and here this. Especially the black beads. "I know this will be enough to pique your interest. With the toys still inside me, I carefully arrange myself on our bed with legs splayed to allow for easier access. With my mane of long, ombré brown hair spilling over a mountain of downy white pillows, I recline and wait for your response while idly running a hand across my smooth, freshly showered skin.My manicured nails graze my hard, aching nipples and travel slowly down my flat tummy. I reach my smooth, shaven. My pleasure it is this desire, more than such or such precise sensation of skin, it is the desire(envy) to invest(surround) you, that I so like making increase(grow). All my gestures(movements) want that you hope me, the closed eyes. Sometimes, I leave my sex in spectator. My caresses put you on a path(way) where my desire wants to pull(entail) you farthest possible. He(it) looks for your enjoyment by affecting(touching) you, by pressing you in different ways, by letting my mouth nibble you, my.