He understood what I meant. “Whenever I want to create something, I first of all search for an idea … a muse. That is what all these are for.” H... swept his hands across the room, but I was still confused. “What is a muse?” “It’s a Greek word. It means something or rather anything that inspires you to do whatever artistic work you want to do.” “But you are an artist – that shouldn’t be so difficult for you.” “I never said it was. It’s not often that I just pick up a brush and starting painting. Together, pairs of men made their way to where the healers were taking care of the wounded. Dracos didn't want to even speculate on what things were like where the healers were working.Dracos continued down the line sending wounded back to where they could be treated. After dealing with a third group of wounded men, one of the walking wounded objected to being sent back to the healers. "You need us to fill out the ranks in case there is another attack."Dracos looked at the man taking in the. What the client wanted, the sissy hookergave."Such a pretty little thing," the client whispered more to herself thanto him and she placed her hand on his wide hips. Then, she closed herhands tightly around his hips, making him bend forward and place hishands on the table that was in front of him. He perked out his ass,waiting to see what she was going to do. Then, he felt it.Her large, thick, and very erect she-cock pressing against his sissysmooth ass.The sissy felt his gurl-pussy warming and. "Much better!" he proclaimed. Then to Cameron Cummins he said, "You were saying something about abuse?" I certainly was!" he stated emphatically. "Just look at that poor beast! Kept constantly drugged..."In an instant, Ken was unceremoniously dumped on the floor as the huge cat, responding to his mental command, leaped over the desk and confronted Cummins who was seated in a high-backed leather-covered swivel chair. Her paws were on both of the arms and her face was only inches from his as she.