It was like controlling a bucking bronco, but I won the battle within seconds. My wang spasmed, then shrivelled up like a balloon with a hole in it as...I doused it. I could feel the power seeping out of my shaft and back into my bloodstream and it was mostly gone by the time I flushed the toilet and unlocked the door. Princess wasn’t in the hallway smokin rocks any more. I found everyone back in the dining room. Blake was at the table. There was a pile of steaming meat in front of him, some. That such a feature could improve uponCorreggio's masterpiece--or any of the other great painters' works whichDanielson had been commissioned to re-create--was preposterous.Nevertheless, art had fallen upon hard times, and a man, even a painter asbrilliant as Danielson, must eat and pay the rent.Therefore, with the greatest reluctance, and barely able to conceal thehorror of his sponsor's idea, Danielson had agreed to the terms of hiscommission, which was to replace the woman in each painting. Then pulled out what I hoped would be another pair of panties, and it was! They were light blue in color, silky to the touch and were bikini cut in type. I used both hands to hold them up to look at them and imagine her in them. When I looked inside them at the crotch I could see they were stained, with a whitish color stain, I put them to my nose smelling them, it was a stronger, intoxicating smell, that I could only imagine come from the sweet juices from her pussy! I then thought, I've been. Look at me, sire.....".By now she was stark naked. Her blouse and hem laybehind her and she had stepped out of her skirts. The count didn't know were to look. His eyes dartedover her naked body. From her face to her breasts to the soft blond patch ofhair under her belly. What a fine girl that was. So marvellous a body.She cupped her firm young breasts in her slim handsand said:"Surely you would not want all my beauty to bewasted, sire"."Eh....no....eh...but", the count stammered."And all this,.