With that decision made, I kept applying paint to the canvas, filling in little details in the initial painting. Each time my brush touched the canvas...it revealed more depth and meaning.The summer got boring real fast. We were all working more or less full-time jobs. I had the most regular hours at the market where I worked from six in the morning until two in the afternoon. Grandpa was ‘promising’ that I would be at a level of being able to work alone soon, but I still needed to finish my. As he entered the room, having donned his sleep shorts, he closed the door and ordered "Slave Kim, get on your elbows and knees on the bed with your ass toward me." When she was in position, he took the lubricant tube and began spreading some around her anus. It was a bit cool, and she flinched, but she seemed to understand that this was ritual.When she appeared to be well lubed, he took the slender anal dildo and began working it in. When she began making noises, he ordered her "Slave Kim, do. Who might you be?”“My name is ... Natasha,” the stranger said with a smile. “Pleased to meet you.”Becky simmered with quiet jealousy. Had Ryan done this just to get back at her for cheating? It had only been a couple of months, and she knew that he was no Casanova. To replace her so quickly, he must have been motivated by more than just loneliness. She had wanted him to work on himself, to realize the error of his ways, but maybe her plan had worked too well? Asking a total stranger if she was. My chest tightened, tingling slightly. The opportunity was in front of me. I simply had to decide what I wanted, and I would probably get it."He also made me take pictures of myself. Would you like to see them?" Sharon teased.Not wanting to sound too eager, though I clearly was, I replied in the most boring tone I could conjure, "Sure."We went back into the study, and she stood beside the keyboard as she pulled up folders on the computer. "Sit!" she encouraged, gesturing to the lone office.