Or a flower. Or anything natural. So, I tried." And?" Anne, the first three hundred times were awful. The second three hundred times weren't much bett...r." Can't you scan things, the way Alex does?" Oh, sure. But that's not what I do, Anne. It's not art: Alex agrees. Oh, there's artistry in fine image processing, don't get me wrong. But my thing is recreating reality the way I see it, not the way someone took a picture and I scanned... Creating something new. For me, that's art. I do it with a. Then roll playing my fantasy out she said I want HIS cum to be hot when you slid your cock inside me! my hart about cuz she has no idea that's not my 4 loads of sperm in there. About 4 beers later the night started we come in the bed room from the shower she drops her towel and lays down on the bed grabbing my head and putting it between her lags I notice out of the corner of my eye the heating pad on the night stand on the high setting placed in a way that the contents don't come out after 5. Renee explained that ever since her only c***d Roxanne had gone to college and came home and asked her about different ways to have sex. Renee had been shocked but it also had sparked her curiosity. She started reading romance novels which gave her ideas, but after over 20 years of marriage she couldn't see her husband changing. Renee said she had never been with anyone other than her husband and that when they had sex it was always missionary. Renee knew that Roxanne was having sex regularly. Not one of my hits made its mark. I felt myself being flipped over. Something was shoved in my mouth and I couldnt spit it out, but I continued to protest. Just like the day before, he tied my hands behind my back. This is what uncooperative bitches get when they dont obey their Master. He stated, pulling me up so I kneeling but my chest was pushed against the ground. I stilled when I heard the sound of a belt being undone and then the sound of a zipper. Now he was going to rape me. I could.