"Time to refill!" was the text message. Biting back a few choice obscenities, he walked briskly -- almost running -- to his office, seeing the bottle ...ront and center on his desk. He exhaled and relaxed to see it empty, as it meant nobody would be prompted to ask difficult questions. Closing and locking the door, he unfastened his belt and lowered his zipper to start loading the bottle again. Thanks to the earlier meeting, he had plenty of creative images of Cora to use as fuel, and by the time. I’m not sure what I’m going to paint. I’m more worried about what Peter might do if you make some outrageous suggestion.”“Well, can I suck on one of my nipples while I pose?”“No! Absolutely not.”“I can’t talk if my mouth is full,” Meagan pointed out.“It would be super hot Mrs. D.”Debbie relented to her model’s demands, “Well, I guess it would make for an interesting painting, and I didn’t have any specific in mind for tonight.”“Oh goody! Should I suck on my left boob?”“Damn Meagan!” Peter. Reached airport by 5 pm due to heavy traffic. We collected our boarding passes, waited for the takeoff. Finally by 6:35 we left and landed Goa by 7:45 pm.She made all the arrangements there. She booked the Grand Hyatt beach resort. It was an awesome 5-star resort and booked a suite room. The driver was waiting at the entrance to the airport. We reached our hotel. Checked into our room by 10:30 pm. We ordered food and whiskey for both of us.We finished and she went to take bath. I was still. “Fuck me, please” I begged. George kisses my neck and whispered in my ear “Daddys going to raw dog you big boy”. I nearly came right then and there. George’s stamina was off the charts. He fucked me gentle. He fucked me rough. He fucked me in positions I had only dreamed of trying. But his favourite position was missionary because he loved to kiss me. I am not a big kisser but I sensed it drove him wild. When our lips locked his energy rose. After what was at least 30 minutes of being.