The receptionist came back with a lady I assumed was Trish. Mid thirties, slimbuild, almost athletic, quite pretty. Not surprisingly she was very well...dressedand had beautiful makeup and well styled hair. She looked like she had a lot ofhair pulled up in a bun. Too bad, I like long hair, and wondered just how longit was."How can I help you", she started and then she saw mounds. She gasped and thennoticing the VS bag in my hand asked, "Did Rose send you?" Yes, but I don't know why" was my honest. Around this time, I had also gotten involved more with some of the other local artists. I met one through one of our regular nude models, Suzie. His name was Josh, and Suzie told me he also did nude modeling. He was a very athletic black man with, as Suzie told me, “a gorgeous fucking cock.”I met Suzie for lunch one day, and she took me by to meet Josh. I was ostensibly there to hire him to nude model for us at one of our Brews & Brushes parties. It turned out that not only did he do nude. " Screwing my eyes shut to keep back tears of shame, I let my knees fall apart. "That's better isn't it?" "Erm..." "The correct response is?" "Yes?" "Oh dear." "Master! Yes, master." He smiled. Phew. While our seat was away from the direct view of the locals, I still had an audience. It gradually dawned on me that the barmaid was spending altogether too much time at our end of the bar and seemed to be retrieving endless glasses from under it, her face at counter top level. She wasn't really my. I went back to watching the dancers while grinding my ass against him to his rhythm. He whispered in my ear, “You should be down there dancing with titties like these.” I said, “You like them, huh?” He softly moaned in my ear. I pushed my ass against him a little harder spreading my legs so that his cock could slip between them and get more friction. My best friend standing next to me had a wild look of disbelief on her face because we had just gotten to the club and the next thing you know I.