I can't paint my expression in them. Not when I have to mimic the real world. I don't get to pour any of my truths into them. Instead, I have to paint...other's truths. Reality's boring truths. I miss it so much. It was nice dancing before the faerie, and I do get to create such wondrous art while making love to my brother and his women, but... but... I truly find joy in painting. It's been over a year since I held a brush, Ealaín.“A year!”“Yes, it's hard to pursue your passion when you're. We worked out very hard for two hours then took a ten minute fluid break, both emptying and refilling. We repeated the process again for two more hours before I made them take a hi-calorie energy and fluid break.It was during this break that the Jones and Jones crew made their way into the gym to leave their trucks and pick up the pool cars. They picked up the handout of the local cuisine that we gave to all visitors, with good directions and menus from those that were interested enough in. Your pussy is getting moist with my hand rubbing it, your breath quickens a bit, and you bite your lip. You love my touch, even though it is wrong. I move my hand up, and get under your skirt, your panties are kind of damp. My fingers feel every bump and crevice as I rub your pussy. You spread your legs some. My fingers push your panties aside and two fingers slip right between your lips and into your very wet pussy.You are overcome, you love all of this, a stranger's fingers are doing. Two more slaps on each buttock. She yelped."Its not "Yes" its "Yes Sir"! he shouted!"Yes Sir" she said quickly and loudly.The second black guy brought in a tall table with a padded top and put iton the floor in front of her. The bar to which her wrists was alsoslowly coming down. The guy reached up and released her hands, whichfell to her sides. The bar went up again, but before she knew what washappening, he was behind her, pushing her face-down onto the table. Herankles were still fixed.