He swore he had never felt anything as heavenly as making love to this beautiful woman, and waking with her in his arms. ‘Good Morning to you too,�...� he whispered into her neck, the rush of his warm breath causing goose bumps to rise on her flesh. ‘I’m hungry, are you?’ He asked her, enjoying the feel of her body so close to his. ‘Mm, hungry for what?’, she asked coyly, with a sweet smile on her face. ‘Breakfast, silly! I’m hungry for you, but I need food, if I’m going to keep you. I shrugged.“I got some time to think about it,” I said again. “I enjoyed dancing with you. I enjoyed hanging out with everyone else. The music was...”“Terrible,” Liz finished.“Not my style,” I corrected, “but the rest of it was ... sort of fun.”“I was thinking about seeing if you want to try the hotel bar tonight,” Liz said. “It sounded pretty low-key. I glanced in as we went to dinner and a band was setting up. I meant to look when we came back but ... I was a little drunk.”“I heard that!” I. Though I was telling him to remove, I was enjoying his touch. Then he told me, ‘daily you masturbate yourself, why don’t I do it for you today, it will feel different’. I didn’t respond anything and in few seconds he started kissing me in my lips. I couldn’t resist him and I started kissing him. It felt like heaven, he was squeezing my dick and kissing my mouth hard that we exchanged saliva. He pushed me on bed and started kissing me hardly and shaking my cock like hell. No words to explain,. I handed Carl the envelope. "Looks like something from your old buddy Ethan Colton.'Carl read the letter. "Yeah. You know, I sent him a proposal a while ago, after you did the Venus.'"What did you propose?'"Well, it was to provide a living sculpture. He'd have it for a specified period of time — say four hours a day for so many specified days.'"And what does he do with it, for God's sake? Carl, I don't believe this.'"He can do anything he wants. Put it in his home, lend it to a museum, set it.