She was very petite, and could quite easily be mistaken for a girl much younger, some would say as young as fourteen, much to the annoyance of Faye. S...e had beautiful brown eyes, the sort that would stop a man in his tracks, a very pale complexion which was flawless, no spots or blemishes, in fact it was much like white porcelain which was framed by long straight brown hair that went over half way down her back in length and stopped a few inches short of her shapely arse. Although petite Faye. She said if that was whatI wanted to do then I should do it and she wouldsupport us but that she would expect to get paid backsometime while rubbing my cock. I knew just what shemeant.I approached Gordon the very next day about opening amodeling studio and conducting art and photographyclasses. I would pay him rent for his studio or hecould have a percentage of the profits. I told him Iknew a lot of students who would be interested inmodeling and with some advertising I could make this. “Matt, the first one’s not even a body part! It’s the back of one of our kitchen chairs!”I winced sheepishly, remembering the round-backed cream colored melamine chairs from the Martins’ kitchen.“How the fuck was I supposed to guess this one?” I cried.“I don’t know!” she cried, between fits of giggles. “I couldn’t resist, though! You ... you picked the chair!”She was too busy laughing to pass me the next set, so I took it from the pile myself—only after sending a most disapproving look her way,. Lifting herself off his lap, she spun around and dropped to her knees; gripping the sides of his boxer shorts she yanked them down quickly and then slid her hands up the inside of his legs and started to tease his balls. She licked his shaft and then slowly placed the tip in her mouth and sucked and swirled her tongue around the head of his cock.She felt Michael place his hands on her head and she took her mouth off his cock. “Strictly speaking, you shouldn’t be touching the dancer, but I think.