I hadn't travelled the world, hadn't headed out west and fetch up again, but when I looked at Jesse I felt my world fixed in his eyes, and too him, ap...arently I was special. So I painted.I painted a vision of the world that I wanted to run through with Jesse. The sky was made of close interlocked and frenetically detailed patterns tiles, blocks of colour and abstract shapes, the sort of things that Islamic temple designs loved so much. Blues reflected the colour of the sea, the sky, Jesse's. I gently put my hand on her shoulder and she stroked my cheek.“Jett, I don’t know that we have the kind of catalyst that will stick us together,” she sighed. “That doesn’t mean I don’t want to try. I don’t want to just have fun. You know? It doesn’t mean I don’t want to have sex. I just don’t know if we have the bonding agents that will hold us together on the canvas.”“Spoken like a true artist,” I chuckled. “We all like you, Mary. Maybe that’s a drawback. You’re sexy as hell. And funny. But we. By now the movement of the bed caused by Fred and Wendy fucking had stopped. Soon I think that we were all asleep, certainly I was. In the morning I woke to find that Fred was playing with my nipples. As I came fully awake I saw that he was smiling, lovingly at me. I remembered last night and a flood of relief washed over me, he still loved me! Then his love making became more insistent and very soon I was wracked by a magnificent orgasm as he licked and sucked on my clit. When he plunged his. ” “Agreed, Mistress.” “Condition number two, no condoms; I want to see spunk in you when it’s over. I’ll pay for the abortion if you get up the duff.” “Agreed, Mistress.” “Condition number three; you do whatever they want you to do.” “Of course, Mistress.” “Last condition; a minimum of two men, so that if I work up the courage, I can join in.” “Definitely agreed, Mistress!” I said a little too loudly. “I’d probably like to see the spunk in you, too. If you get knocked up, I’ll be your nanny,.