She wore a bit too much perfume although I like the smell. I love lilac. She finally looked up at me.“So…where are you with those African ..those ...frican …sculptures”, she stammered.“Well ..I’m moving forward. I got to examine and photograph three here at the museum”, I answered.“Good…that’s good…anything else ?”, she answered, staring at my new necklace.“ I now have 36 pairings between the African pieces and the paintings”, I continued. “I am examining the African sculptures and comparing them. We now turn our heads to Damian Black, or Ian as his friends called him, friends whom he left behind, probably to their deaths. Damian and his mother Evelynn were allowed by the authorities to flee as Damien’s father was a former decorated general in the military. Evelynn decided she had seen enough death around her, after mourning and burying her late departed husband, not wanting for her son to share his father’s fate, she sold everything they had and fled.Damien was trained from an early age. She pushed off his cock and looked up into his eyes! She saw no mercy there.Get up on the bed on all fours and face away from me. It’s time you learned who the boss is! Emma quickly assumed the position. She craned her neck to look back at Robbie and his big cock! She witnessed him lubing it up! “Pull your ass cheeks apart as best you can Hermione! (She winced at her film name.) She spread her knees apart and then she fell onto her chest, freeing her arms. She reached back and grabbed her butt. ”“And I’m the kinky one?” I teased, Lia taking my hand and leading me to her room and her bed. Somehow boning on the ‘bear bed’ never felt like an option. Boudoirs and chaises? Much different.“Kinky? Oh you’re absolutely the kinky one,” Lia said, grinning as she watched me strip. “French knickers? Pouring honey no my nips and hundreds-and-thousands over my tummy? And now about to bone me while I’m wearing kinky boots? Oh you’re my quiet little pervert all right,” she grinned as she got onto her.