A thousand conflicting thoughts were swirling like dry leaves in her beautiful head. She couldn't understand why a man like the important gallery owne... would be interested in someone like her, a mere student. It was only then that she remembered Jack Dawson's business card. She had stuck it in her pocket without looking at it. She fished it out of her jeans.So that's it! she said aloud as she read the card: DAWSON REPRO, INC. Lithography. Printing. Art Service.The card listed Jack Dawson as. Her tits were large and she had a nice big sexy ass. Shewas normally an A+ student in every class but this class was different. Shehad never been any good at math. This was her senior year and the end of thefirst term. Everyone knew she wanted to go co collage but without this courseshe wouldn't be able to attend. It was 3 days before finals and Savannah knewthat she wasn't doing well although her parents thought she was. It was justbefore the end of class when I called Savannah up to my desk.. ” Joe climbed on the muscular back of the cell block’s newest fuck boy. He nudged his prick into the smoothly shaven crack between the two big muscle buns and stabbed a few times seeking the fuck hole. When his cock head touched the ass ring, he sank in with a mighty plunge, moaning as his dick tingled from the sensations of entering the warm fuck passage. Joe didn’t hesitated, once he had buried his wood in the convict’s ass, he began the fuck stroke. His pace was rapid and wild, he was. I ordered a dry white wine, which although it was better than average, was rather overpriced at €100 for a bottle, but I suppose that was normal for such establishments.After about half an hour, by which time the room was full, mainly middle-aged couples like ourselves, the lights dimmed, and the first act started. This was a young woman who looked exactly like a Fragonard painting, and who removed her clothing slowly and decorously to the music of Jean Phillippe Rameau if I wasn't mistaken,.