." With a pop the plug left my body, and I felt strangely empty. Neither man said a word, but I felt a finger circle my tender hole. "Ah, she's got a ...ice little gape going already," Mr. Decker remarked."May I?" I heard Richard ask, and Mr. Decker replied. "Of course." I tensed, and earned a sharp pinch on one of my cheeks. Mr. Decker's tone was reproving. "Richard is a guest, slut, and I expect you to treat him with respect and courtesy. Tell him that he's welcome to explore your ass."I. While Punjabi Daddi would get hard once a week, the day & hour was always at random. I would be in the bathroom drying myself up & he would appear with his trousers down, hard as a rock. It was routine I would drop my pants & speedo & just bend down in front of him & feel as his hands grip my lower waist. After a short while he stops being hard & just becomes limp. Still feels good because I could tease him & I can just slap his limp dark cock all over his face & make him cum. The invite to. 's son. Andrew was an artist. He wandered the fields around his home in Chadford, PA painting what took his fancy. He was very prolific.Finally I acquired a few of Andrew's son Jamie's work. My favorite was "Pig." I saw the original at a museum outside of Wilmington, De. The painting was a larger than life side view of a standing pig. The detail was so good it was as if Jamie painted every individual hair on the animal. I was so impressed that I purchased a copy there. Of course mine was a lot. On the dining room table was a Scotch on the rocks, with a note asking him to enjoy his after work beverage and when he was done, check the spare bedroom for further instructions. On the computer screen in the spare bedroom was a note instructing him to click on the desktop icon in the upper right hand corner. That’s where I placed a nude photo of myself, spreading my pussy for him. With my lipstick, I wrote a note across my boobs, telling him to come into the master bath. “I waited patiently.