“He’s cute,” she said raising her eyes to meet mine again. “Ouch… That hurts,” I joked, poking her nose. She stuck her tongue out. “You ...sked for it, boy.” She looked at me, and started grinning. “I have an idea…” her voice was low, but excited, “I’m so fucking horny right now, and so are you, as I see (her hand lingered on the tent in my trunks). How about we ask him if we can use the backseat of his car in the parking deck, if he can participate?” A faint bit of red color came across her face. ?Now I remember why I bought this,? he said. ?Maybe it’s time to hang it again.?I looked at it, seeing an old boyhood memory return to life. The woman was there, just as I’d left her. And now, she was definitely older than the one in my own painting. It was the same woman, just at different ages. We took it out of the frame, carefully of course. There was nothing at the bottom or along any edges. No initials or anything. But on the back of the canvas were two lines of writing. ‘Sullivan’ and. .. Yes!” I gasped.Mandy chuckled and now she began stroking me in earnest. My cock pulsed as her other hand found my balls, tickling and teasing them.“There’s just one problem, needle-dick,” Mandy purred. “If I show her one of your toys, then she is gonna notice something, isn’t she?”My body jolted at the veiled message in her words, and I stifled another moan.“Yes - you know, don’t you.” Mandy continued smoothly. “Christine's going to notice how small it is, isn’t she? She'll sit there looking. Being the new guy, everyone, it seemed, wanted to be my friend. I was plied with drinks and bombarded with questions, mainly about what I thought of my sexy female co-worker. Come two o'clock, each and every fantasy of the half a dozen other guys I shared the department with had been imparted. We shared a common bond: we all wanted Eve.Sat opposite, Eve was given the task of teaching me the systems and working practices and generally taking in hand my initial training. There were, of course,.