.. I think she said, ‘sketch to our hearts’ content’, if I remember the exact words. Did you think she meant landscapes?”“I thought maybe sh... was just giving us a chance to be together.”“She is. All three of us.”Friday was a tough day for Lissa. She was an experienced runway model, but posing without moving is hard work. Every student in the class got to pose her and do a fifteen-minute sketch. She got a fifteen-minute break every hour. That meant she worked from 9:00 in the morning until 4:30. She sat down again and closed her eyes.Toni clearly needed something to put her mind to ease. She looked towards her boss's office, which came fully equipped with a fourty-two inch flat screen and a black leather sofa. A bit of late night television never hurt anyone. Eagerly, she got up and made her way to his office, kicking off her three inch heels, and letting her hair down along the way. Work could wait, but her sanity couldn't. She carelessly flicked the lightswitch upward and searched. Her overpowering drive to have sex eventually passed beyond the morally accepted sexual behavior of a mature, married woman. Her compulsive sexual behavior ultimately became an all consuming obsession. Consequently, after an agonizingly long period of trying to cope, she had sought the assistance of other men. She never stopped loving Dave, but she considered it necessary to find relief wherever she could. Dr. Mathews was one of those men who were all too willing to help out and provide the. Her dark locks–heavy yet soft to the touch– framed her face and slightly d****d her shoulders in an almost regal way; hell yeah, she was cocky but by no means was she arrogant. I was fascinated. There was something about the way she moved–in an almost predatory way–that made my pussy throb so violently I couldn’t breathe! A delicious panic took over me. Inhaling deeply, I tried to gain some composure. My gaze was fixated on this woman, studying every inch of her like a curious cat playfully.