I curse inwardly.“Mr Watkins, welcome to Passionate Minds. I hear you’re interested in this piece?” I ask, keeping my eyes on the painting in mi...d rather than looking up at him. It is a beautiful painting, the ocean on a bright, sunny day. The waves are so realistic that they could almost be coming out of the page despite being able to see almost every brush stroke.He grips my upper arm and spins me towards him, pushing me into the wall between two paintings on the central partition. “You know. I would like you to know how many people are on yourside. That?s something I never could have believedwhen I was out there alone, but it is true. Peoplewant you to be successful and happy, because yoursuccess is a gift to the world. The more people whofollow their hearts and who make their lives theirown, the more others can be supported in their pathto make their life their own. Your success really isa gift to the world. I would be a gift to me to knowthat your love is acting in the world,. Is this Jerry's wife?'Bev responded with only a moment's hesitation. "Sara! Golly. You're Jerry's Tuesday girl. And it's Tuesday. Uh, do you want him to call you, or can I give him a message?' There was no trace of sarcasm, only helpful willingness in her voice."No, I want to talk to you. I have for quite a while. It's always seemed as though Jerry wasn't too wild about it, so I didn't. Now, I'm calling you anyway. How about lunch?'"Lemme see.' Bev seemed to turn away from the phone for a. “Oh Hell yes!” I replied, grinning. “Good, because now I’m going to fuck you like a little bitch!”She placed a hand on each of my hips, pulled the dildo out of my hungry ass about halfway, then with no warning she convulsed and slammed her thighs into my buttocks, driving the big rubber cock deep inside me. There was a slight amount of pain, but the pleasure drove it away almost instantly. She started fucking my poor ass like a mad-woman, it seemed she was making a game of how far out she.