Still, she was being uncannily correct in most of her assessments.It's not that I sleep with all my models, or even a majority of them. I don't. There...has to be a special spark that connects us. Two of my new paintings, however, had been done after I slept with the model. One was a rework of a model that I turned down. And one was a picture of Rita and a woman I had never met.My relationship with Rita had progressed past the point of me "teaching" her the art of love. She experimented on me to. I slowly spread my lips to expose my opening to myself in the mirror, i never realized how sexy my kitty was. Watching myself in the mirror got me even wetter then i ever thought possible, the porn that was playing was completely forgotten about for quite a while.As i sit there starring at my insides, i slowly insert my pinky finger. I am so tight, but with the wetness growing that will soon change. As i am rubbing my insides with my little finger i imagine being fucked by a huge cock. Removing. To my surprise, she started sucking it and it was an amazing and awkward feeling. After sucking and licking it she immediately kissed me and made me taste my own cum and it was a mixed feeling for me.Then, I held her by her waist and started playing with her boobs and we broke the kiss and I started undressing her nighty. I removed her nighty in a go and she was there for me in a red lacy bra with a normal inner wear (general one, not a fancy lingerie, covering almost her entire hip :p) Her. Ole Sintar assumed a less belligerent tone, “I feel we may have started our conversation badly. Please forgive me. What planet are you from?”I snickered internally, “Alpha Setti 3,” continuing with my ‘Star Trek’ references.Sintar must have relayed that and his face showed confusion. “I have not heard of such a planet. What galaxy is that in?”I didn’t want to give these guys any idea that we were from Earth, so, since I’d read that the Andromeda galaxy was like millions of light-years away, I.