Then back in again, slightly faster. Four to eight to ten to eleven. Eleven to eight to four. Four to nine to eleven to thirteen. The Demoness's cock ...eemed to grow each time. Carla's breathing grew shallower. The pumping grew faster. Four. Ten. Fifteen. Eight. Four. Twelve. Seventeen. Ten. "Ah.. Ohh!" Three. Eighteen. Three. Nineteen. Three. Nineteen. The pumps were so powerful Carla's breasts flew up to hit her chest then stomach with each thrust. Three. Twenty. The demoness stopped for a. That night was amorous and I fucked her knowing that it was going to be the last time because she was going to be out of the house by the weekend.There were no surprises on Wednesday since I already knew what the Phoenix operatives were going to find. The report showed her going to a motel on Mondays and Thursdays with Julius and a different motel on Tuesdays and Fridays with Jason. It was noticed that Julius and Beth always used the same motel so the Phoenix people had bribed the desk clerk. Clarice caught me one day and watched as I tweaked the flesh-tone on one of my figures.“Tony,” she said, “it takes two people to paint a masterpiece.”“Huh?”“One to put paint on the canvas and one to hang the artist. Don’t get caught in the trap of continually tweaking one painting. It’s finished. We’ve photographed it. Move on.”Okay. Well, I got the message. And it was silly, but keeping it displayed in the studio as a reference for the smaller pieces meant it was always a temptation to do one. She said that the feeling of being penetrated by the hung guys is really intense, and gives her a completely stuffed, slightly breathless feeling. She feels incapacitated and conquered. It's a feeling I can not give her, and it's great.But ultimately, the actual sex with the other guys was better and more pleasurable. They did things to her that gave her different, more complex sensations and more varied orgasms. This always surprises me.She has had one night stands and even long-term.