I sit at my workspace waiting on what the Professor is going to say or even do, as I am thinking this he walks to the door and locks it, placing the k...y in the left hand pocket of his tight jeans. He goes into the wardrobe cupboard where all the outfits are kept for when we have to sketch live models, and I'm wondering what the hell is going on?! He appears some ten minutes later with a little black dress and a pair of six inch dominatrix black patent shoes; I furrow my brow not knowing what he. Who knew? He was wearing a red shirt with a design of an eagle in black on the back and blue jeans. Under his shirt, he hid a slightly hairy chest which he hated but never thought to do anything about it. The only grooming he did was his underarms and his pelvic area.For all the imaginary women interested in me, he thought to himself, rolling his eyes.Looking at his face, Drew saw his brown eyes and glasses he'd worn since the first grade. While it gave him a knowledgable look, it didn't really. Mam's out for the night," he admitted and Alice rolled her eyes, they both knew that Hugo's mother would be out for the evening at the brothel, earning a fraction of what she used to make when she entertained the aristocracy when she had flamboyant looks, but Hugo was relaxed about it. "Robbie's coming over for a few bevvies. You up for it?"Alice nodded, she certainly couldn't go home, her mother was probably on the couch as she thought about it, her legs up in the air as her pussy was being. He tasted ... Yolanda's mind searched frantically for the answer. He tasted as she tasted; yet more so or may be less. It was the same yet different; where she tasted of the air, the trees, acorns and forest, he tasted of grass and earth and water and him; and Yolanda loved it.She flicked her tongue out again, found his end, and ran herself across it, lapping at his fur, soaking him, her saliva mingling with his heady scent. It was fabulous, it was wonderful; it was not enough. She needed to.