I don't have a direction either creatively or professionally." You do though. You bring light to the darkest corners. You brought me light my love." B...t what... ?" Melissa giggled. "I could be a sex therapist." More than that my love. An illuminator, casting joie de vivre into dour shadows." Still, I miss painting." No more therapy needed." Yeah. I took over for you painting clown faces." You still have your nightmare paintings?" Yeah. They're at home hiding. I ... don't need to remember those. You will lick his balls, you will suck his cock, you will eat his asshole, you will convince him how true it is that your purpose is to please others. If this doesn't work, you'll find a new job. Not because you need a job. You could stay home all day cleaning the house with your tongue. But you should always be surrounded by people who could find you out, and who could use and delight in you."From the look she gives you, you sense that was an acceptable answer. You wonder if it will be enough. I nearly passed out of the chair as I experienced whatshe was experiencing. My hips thrust with hers, and my mind shot offfireworks as I squirmed around.Adele had been watching the whole tableau with amazement. Dale lookedhumiliated, and Kendra had a mix of triumph, pleasure and confusion onher face."What just happened?" she said as my cock slowly softened and slipped outof Dale's violated butt. His body sagged a bit. He'd stopped strugglingaltogether, and I noticed a thin string of cum. “Hmm, if you work hard enough for it, maybe I’ll let you taste it when im done, now pull those cheeks apart n show me what I’ll be fucking”. I pulled my ass wide apart for him, presenting it to him, giving him a better look at it. “Now, tell me what you want you little slut” he ordered. Quickly I replied “I want your cock inside me please, fucking me hard” and I edged onto the tip, not daring to try getting more in me. “You want more, don’t you, you little whore?” I looked him straight in the.