I stood the painting on his desk, proudly. “Ummm… can I have your opinion on this?” Craig raised his spectacles and looked at the painting close...y. “Yes, not bad. Probably a contemporary of one the High Renaissance Artists. Nice one, Cindy. Get some photos and we’ll put it in at three thousand and see how it goes.” “Really, you think it’s just a studio job?” “It’s a good one, don’t get me wrong, but it’s unsigned, so…” “Okay, forgive me, Craig. You know what I specialized in at uni?” “Yes, and. As no one should know that she is in my house I came first and left the door open. After more then 15-20mins she came inside and locked the door. As she locked the door she gave me a naughty smile and said are you ready??On that I said for what? She said nothing and smiled. So we were listening to songs on sound system and cleaning up the kitchen. Suddenly a song from movie started that“Tumhe apna banane ki kasam khai hai ” on listening that she said This movie is quite good na .Me: Yup it is. Her fear and humiliation in being so close to being caught made her orgasm on the spot, almost choking, tying to keep from screaming out in ecstasy. At night, she was taken to the kennel and subjected to repeated signals, mounted in any number of them over the course of the night. Slowly and against her will, her love of the dogs hard cocks pounding her pussy grew. She was still deathly afraid of the consequences, of being impregnated by them, but she couldnt disobey Molly, and was helpless to. Now it was trailing further down her torso loosening each button as they passed over. The fingers played an invisible guitar across her skin. The melody was surreal. I caught a glimpse of her other hand joining in the music making. Coming out of the shadows, this had stood in contrast to the softness of the left. The right was clearly more demanding, clearly more insistent. As the left moved up, over and around the top of the breast, sliding gently under the fabric of her top, the right.