He was Richard Bankerman. He had his own gallery of morbid art work, he had bought my last 5 portraits and I now found myself working for him. One da... I expressed to him I was out of it, I was done painting such things. My problem was I was too negative for my own good. I really wanted to change so I told him I was done selling my work for profit. I would feel like a pussy if I told him the truth so i just said I lost inspiration and had a painters block. Richard was too damn charming, he. “He works the seven-to-midnight shift, Monday through Friday, in Chicago, but that’s eight-to-one a.m. here. Call him. Let it ring until he picks up, you know the drill. He’ll be glad you did.”He kissed her goodbye, and it was a doozy. He made sure of that.“Call him, Dixie, you both deserve it,” he said as he was leaving. “If you don’t, I will. Goodbye.”His lips were tender and his dick was hard when he walked out.----Daniel didn’t call her the following day or the day after. He gave her space,. ..wishing that was me in the little black dress with the pantyhose andheels and long hair dancing around my nearly bare shoulders.I couldn't stop thinking about how pretty my legs would look if they wereshaved, and if I wore pants, nobody at the office would know... and before Iknew it, I was lathered up and closely shaving every inch of my legs. Again,I masturbated on the couch with my legs up in the air, spread like a woman's,aching to be wrapped around a man's body. I fell asleep there on. And I almost let him do it! I almost let Kaiser lick... oh, God... I almost let him suck my pussy!The blonde teenager automatically scooted over on the day-bed to make room for her mother to sit down beside her. She focused her clear, blue- green eyes on the silent TV set, pretending to be absorbed in the afternoon movie as her hands crept down to smooth her skirt down over her rumpled panties and trembling tanned thighs."How was school, honey?" the older woman said absently, sliding in beside.