He knew I liked art - I wanted to be an artist even back then - and we spent a few days in art galleries and museums. Rothko had his own room in the P...illips Gallery. I sat on a bench and gazed at one of his paintings. My dad sat next to me and asked, 'Waddaya think, cupcake?' 'What is it?' I answered with a question of my own. 'It's sensation, feeling. It's called non-objective art, Katy. Non-objective art doesn't depict anything. It evokes sensations or emotions from its viewers. What do you. Talk dirty to her, call her names, do what you have only dreamed of doing. She will suck your cocks, jack you off, and feel free to finger-fuck her pussy and ass. Do not stand there and make her wait, get fucking moving. Do what you think the dirty slut she is deserves. Do NOT Hurt her, or I will break your cocks off."The boys took one more look at me, and crowded over towards Kelly. All their hands were on her body, touching and squeezing her boobs, as they had not ever seen real boobs and. "Loving it babes" I replied. Dave got into position over her from behind, and I could see Nikki biting her lip as he pushed his cock into her arse. She wriggled and writhed on my cock while Dave fucked her from behind. She clearly loved every minute of it and kept dropping to down to kiss me all the while the two of us brought her to climax after climax. After a few more minutes, she asked both of us to stop as she was totally drained. We all lay on the bed for a while just chatting. Dave said. Ms Naidu had the beginnings of a smile on her face. So here we go I said to myself – Ms Naidu would soon be playing with my “taidu”. I put my arms around her waist and pulled her towards me. I moved my palms to her ample but and through the gap in her jeans and tank top, kissed her tummy and navel. She arched her back and exposed more waist. This was going to be good.I unbuttoned her jeans and lowered the slowly over her thighs. She wore a smart pair of panties with little bunnies all over.