We get to the hotel room and start passionately kissing, our hands roaming all over each others bodies. We are still standing up and my hand is on the...inside of her thighs lightly touching her, while I lick her amazing breasts. I can feel her wetness and the heat coming from her. We are both turned on and she reaches into my pants for my cock. I stop her and pull her dress over her head. She is completely naked and beautiful standing there. I take her in for a second and am very attracted to. "Are her rights, which are exactly none," North chuckled again. She will soon be commanded to cooperate or face unknown consequences. Watch what happens."While they looked on, the young blond shook her head in answer to an ultimatum spoken to her from behind by her Coach. Sandy's lips were tightly stretched around the shaft of her first "lover's" cock. Then ever so slowly, young Sandy Winters, teenage idol of so many, moved her hands from the fronts of her "lover's" hairy thighs around behind. His crotch is insinuated against my ass, I can feel his erection--Jesus, it's already so hard--pressing between my cheeks. I push back against him, wiggling my butt against his hard-on, turning to grin at him wickedly."What's that in your pocket, Paul?" I ask, playfully."It's a specialty tool, made for working in the cracks and crevices of the chassis," he responds, pushing his cock against my ass again, just in case I missed the point.His arms encircle my waist, his hands find my breasts,. "You are the spectator constructed by the image itself, the viewer for whom this painting was created. You are now in the picture, an implication of the picture, and you will never escape this fate as long as the portrait exists." What?" I asked. All this was then beyond me. I am not an art theorist, only a spectacular seducer of women. But she was right in one respect. My eyes were transfixed by that portrait!Gleyre spoke gently but firmly. "I have now painted you out of existence.