"That's what I call my mother. She loves to hear it from my mouth, even though she sometimes pretends to be angry or upset when I called her that in p...blic. Keisha squirmed as her husband's hands pulled her skirt down, baring her ass. "Bend over darling." He instructed her.She did that immediately. Then as her husband stripped her in their office, by the desk, she turned her head around to look over her shoulder at me.I was staring at the magnificent ass. Thick, fleshy and dark, it gleamed like. She said “it was hard, it felt like thousands of pointy rocks jamming into my soles and between my toes. A few poked hard at my arches and stuck to my heels. But it was not to bad.” She continued to walk. She walled a bit more proud now. Her soles had a dingy blue color from the gravel. I asked her to take a few pics of her soles. She blushed and reluctantly agreed. She lifted her right foot and spread her toes. I saw a few marks from the rocks still. I snapped a few pics and she lifted. Resumes to Box...If she were being blackballed by Jefferson, perhaps she should widen her search to an area he might not reach. Somehow, in her present mood, the ad intrigued her. So when she sent off her job-search letters later that day, there was one to the club manager ad despite the fact that it seemed rather odd.She trudged slowly back to her apartment. When she got home, Ralph was waiting in the lobby, also dressed in sweats. They went into the elevator together, smooching and groping. "Would you mind doing just a couple more sketches of me that are full-body and not just upper?" Sure, Sheila," I said. I brought my sketchbook out and a bit of charcoal and sat my stool much closer than I had been for the portrait. Sheila moved herself into a reclining pose and positioned the drape so that she was fully exposed. I quickly lay in a charcoal sketch and captured the bare slit that she was showing with her fingers poised just over it. She shifted positions when I'd finished that.