Oh how I long for my sketches to come alive....I hide my passions in them, how desperately I want to be fucked by these rugged men with machine guns, ...tubble and, holding those curvy girls by there necks, fucking them into oblivion. The day had become increasingly warm, almost unbearable so I decided to take a detour through the park, with the large trees to protects me.My men still mindfucked me as I walked and I could feel myself growing excited. I pressed my books into my breasts, trying to. "He grabbed the shower head and washed all the soap off, gently ruffling my hair, getting all the shampoo out. Reaching past me with one hand, the other on my hip holding me place, he shut off the water. Opening the shower door, he grabbed a big soft fluffy towel."Lift your arms." I complied. He twisted the towel around my body and tucked it into place. Using the one I had brought in with me, he wrapped it around his waist. His hard on quite visible through the towel.Holding my hand, he leads. I have to put a few things into the trunk of the car and we'll be ready to go. So while Chelsea went into the kitchen to prepare and pack a good picnic lunch, Master went to gather a few things he would need on their outing. Master had more in mind for their outing than just a nice day and a romantic setting. Like always, he enjoyed turning the most ordinary and mundane things into opportunities for sexual adventures. And while Chelsea had begun to realize this, she was still caught off-guard. " Now I was getting hot, where was this going?Rose impressed me, no blushing as she stated unzipping. She stood proudly in bra and panties, sort of that models pose, one leg slightly forward, knee bent. "Well drop the bra, we're not paying for saggy tits!" As Rose reached for the clasp the blush started, I was glad, this wouldn't be half the fun if she wasn't a little ashamed! Des didn't let me down. Standing in front of Rose she reached forward and hefted, the only word that fits, a boob. I.