Every one of her movements, even the tiniest, is deliberate.She is a scarlet woman though, a whore, and I am longing for her services, although I coul... never gather enough courage to approach her. Still, I imagine her fingers on my body, on my breasts, between my legs. They would sculpture emotions, paint worlds of lust. I would like to be her clay, her canvas, so she can create whatever she deems appropriate with my body. I wonder what she sees in me and what she would do to me. Would she. She sat right next to my hips on the sofa where I was sleeping…. Looked at me in the eye… I saw a different look in her eye and realised she wants me too…. She held my dick and started rubbing it up and down…… I didn’t react for a minute and was shocked out of happiness that the woman of my dreams is holding my dick….When I came back to my senses, I held up my hand on her face and she started licking my fingers like a hungry cat….. I moved my hands further down towards her breasts and started. "Oh god, I'm so sorry, that was totally out of order." he blurted his face flushing to a crimson."I didn't mean... well I shouldn't have... oh god you must think I am some sort of weirdo or something... shit sorry" the man babbled as he stepped aside and hurried past her.Jane turned as he swept passed her and did some very quick thinking. Surely she couldn't press a liaison with this stranger... could she? it was wrong and he could be an axe murderer or something. On the other hand if he was an. I was raised by my mother. My dad died when I was young. I come from a small town up by the Canadian border. My mother died of cancer just months after I graduated. I saved up my money and traveled to Burlington when I saw an ad in the paper for a modeling agency. For years my friends have told me I should try to be a model. I guess it went to my head."I managed to get a couple of small jobs for local businesses in the beginning. I didn't make much money. But the fact that I got work made me.