It looks good on you, makes your ass stick out just right.Do you like the way it feels?Yeah until I got caught.Don't worry, I won't tell, so it feels ...ood huh?Oh yeah. All this while he was behind me getting a view of both my assand the front of my panties in the mirror.So were you about to cum in your panties.Probably, I said. Go ahead, he said, I want to watch. He moved rightupbehind me and reached around to start rubbing cock in the panties. Holdyour dress up so I can feel your ass Karen. I. He looked at every part of me.“Jana,” he said with a smile, “your gift is wonderful.” I started laughing. He did too.Whatever tension there was broke with our laughter. For a moment, we were father and daughter, not artist and model. Clothed father and naked daughter laughed and embraced. Then, it was back to creation. Dad had me use the post as a prop. I hugged it, pushed it, and leaned against it. My curves met its straight lines; my smooth skin, its rough surface.The artist got more than he. Nobody would remember the girl who worked so hard to get to the top – no, they'd remember the girl who showed up one day and blew everyone away. Jade may have been able to live with that if Tori hadn't done it all so effortlessly, but that's exactly how she did it. The girl simply has tons of natural talent, and replacing Jade would just be a side effect of her rise to fame.And here's the worst part: Tori has done nothing to warrant Jade hating her, and Jade knows it. Yeah, she kissed Beck, but. ’ ‘Yes,’ she whispered, her voice hoarse. ‘For about a year now.’ She took a moment to compose herself before finally raising her eyes to meet with mine. There was no fear there when she looked at me. She knew exactly what it is that I was, though there was still a question in her eye in concerns to the who. Instead, she exuded and air of curiosity and intrigue that surrounded her like a second skin. Why, she even smiled at me, or began to, as she, at long last, pulled herself upright to sit.