Ames,” another guy in a suit said as we came into the room. “I’m Mr. Caldwell, as in Caldwell Galleries.” Hmm. There wasn’t going to be any ...irst names here, I could tell. Apparently, my jeans weren’t what was expected of an artist in New York.“Pleased to meet you, Mr. Caldwell.” He ignored my offered hand.“This gallery is too big for your collection. We expected more pieces. You do have more, don’t you?” he asked as we entered the room.“Of course,” I said, subconsciously adopting a bit of his. Carmen broke out in laughter as did I and looking at Brian, he sat there still in shock at the idea that he could possibly abuse Carmen's tits. "Let's eat first" I said to Brian as I let go of his hard cock and got up and with Carmen, the three of us went in and had supper. Brian apparently could not get the picture of Carmen's tits being tortured out of his mind, "Were you really serious man" he then me asked again. I looked at Carmen and saw a faint smile to her face as she nodded in. "But there was nothing wrong with my brain, was there?" No," Valentine said. "There wasn't. That's kind of why you're here with us today. You've been through some rankin' shit, Mr. Frazier." Some rankin' shit?" he repeated. "What does that mean?" I'm sorry," she told him, grinning a little. "I guess our speech probably sounds a little strange to you." She seemed to think for a moment, as if trying to translate her thought into different phrasing. After a moment, she did just that. "You've been. “So beautiful,” Jacob whispers as his hand gently caresses my spine.“Delicious,” Quinn whispers.Dmitry is silent as he gently frames my face and closes his eyes before he pulls me into an intoxicating, electric kiss. I whimper as he delves his tongue into my mouth while a pair of strong hands roam up my soft, petite body until they reach my aching breasts. Meanwhile, another pair of lips grazes my right hip as the palpitating wetness in between my legs crescendos until it becomes too painful to.