The banner said "xxxx (artist's name, omitted for reasons you shall soon see) 2009" so I knew it was a show she had run. There was a few more includin... a shot of Amy presenting some awards. She was wearing that tight little black leather dress that had turned me on so much, until it vanished. Now that I thought of it the disappearance had occurred just around the time of the show. There were two more videos left, I almost did not play them, and then impulsively I hit the second to last one. I. I remember calling a TS escort to come over my hotel room in Jersey City I was thinking ima get my cock sucked and ima fuck her from behind. Well it didn’t go that way and honestly back then I didn’t know what to feel but now I do and I’ll let you know later how I felt. I called and an hour later she texted me she is outside and I let her in and damn she was fire just how she looked. We made out a bit and was kissing her neck as she was feeling my cock and I was think “yes, it’s ready for you. I went back upstairs. There were two other bedrooms with a connecting bath and another room that looked like her husband’s work room, a desk and lots of books. Her studio had a standard backdrop, several stools, lights, with pieces of not only her portrait work but scenic on the wall. A closet had another deadbolt which I figured was her equipment. A small desk I walked over to pulling to wide top drawer out and felt a wild rush. There staring me in the face was Alice standing in heels and that. A purr rumbled through her body as she began to grind against me. Thirsty for the taste of her, my lips and tongue caressed and teased her clit before slowly sliding open the petals to her moist womanhood. My tongue caressed the inner edge of those lips, exploring as I circled my way slowly inward, probing delicately as the sweet taste of her juices crept onto my tongue. Her hands tangled in my hair, her other leg swung onto my shoulder, forcing me to lay back or risk falling. The muscles in my.