Oh shit. Oh fuck.Ruth, Angie, and Sharon got quickly to their feet as I stood frozen to the spot in embarrassment and shame. What was she doing here? ...idn't I lock the damned door and pull the blinds?"Mom, I... what are you...?" I managed to blurt out. How the hell was I going to explain all this to her? "How did you... ?"Mom held up her right hand. She was holding the spare key.I turned to Ruth, Angie, and Sharon who were standing there not even attempting to cover their nakedness. They were. There we bought a ladies top that was ending well above my knee. I changed my dress in the trial room. I was looking too cheap, as anyone can see my boob protruding from the dress. The bottom was too loose that a small wind can reveal my ass. With that outfit we went on a bus ride. It was a busy time. People were going to office and the busses were packed. We went in one such bus. Raju was always behind me. Inside the bus it was too tight to breath. I was sandwiched in the crowd. Then Raju. I'll wait."I couldn't deny that I wasn't ready to quit painting. I'd been in the studio how long? I glanced at the clock I keep for timing model sessions. It was 10:30 p.m. I'd come into the studio at ten last night after Allison had dismissed me. Dismisssed—she had shoved my clothes into my hands and said "Good night." I grabbed the brushes and palette and returned to the canvas, stepping in front of Rita. I fell back into my painting trance, completely absorbed by my subject. I didn't know if. He watches my lips as one would a hypnotist’s swinging charm, intently, as I slowly impale myself onto him. He touches the back of my throat, my lips pressed around him tightly and I gag. I take him out, covered in stringy, viscous saliva, stretching from my lips to his cock like threads of a wet cobweb.‘You can’t imagine what a beautiful sight it is,’ are his only words before I swallow him again and now move my head back and forth, gagging myself, pulling him out, sticking him back in, my.