’ I answer by rubbing my thumb over the very wet head of his cock, looking directly into his eyes, suck my finger into my mouth…. then push at his...shoulder, push him onto his back… climb on top of him, straddling his leg… I let my lips follow my hands from his neck where I kiss and bite him, graze my fingers over his chest…graze my fingers over his nipples, stopping to lick and taste each one… dragging my tongue slowly, tortuously down his belly… finally settling my body in between his thighs…. They went downstairs to get directions to the gallery and found that it was just a few blocks north on Fifth. They stepped out the door and joined the mob of people that crowded the sidewalks of Manhattan.Mr. Arborough was waiting for them when they came through the door. He greeted them and then took them to where Mandy's artwork was displayed for the show. When the deal for the show had been struck, Mr. Arborough requested that she send every available original. They had made a master print. ‘I think we’re the only ones left alive.’ ‘Oh goody,’ said Fran. ‘Shall we just go over and get it then? I’m starving. When did they say dinner was?’ It was the last thing Monica would have dreamed of doing at the weekend, crawling around in the dirt playing soldiers with a lot of middle aged business people, exclusive retreat or not. It was a weekend she had earmarked for her latest assignment, sacrificed in the interests of corporate bonding and networking. Even James Grant, her own boss, had. "I remember on my fifteenth birthday this guy, I don't want to name names, anyway ... He gave me a pair of dogs for my birthday. Big dogs, you know? And they were trained to fuck. Everyone thought it was funny watching one of the most beautiful girls in the world suck off a dog while the other one raped me."By sixteen, Stevie had fallen from the pinnacle of modeling to... "Something else," she says. "I'd started taking a lot of drugs and I wasn't really modeling much anymore. The pedo thing.