Tonight I’d be sleeping in the hotel, because on Monday real life started again. “Would she be there to? Not just the night, but in real life.” ...I stop my train of thought by opening my eyes and looking at Nancy, sleeping peacefully in my arms. Her face shows no signs of the lustful abandon it had hours before. Her breathing is slow and steady, which I can not only see but feel, as she is closely wrapped up into me. During the night she had pulled her knees up toward her stomach. I followed. She said you really like my pussy do not you. I said you‘d never know how much. But I’m going to try and show you .She laughed and reached back and started rubbing her clit and said in a low tone then you like when you see me do this ? I didn’t say a word just locked my eyes on the pussy as she worked it with her chubby little fingers she held it open and said here’s where I want you and shoved 2 finger’s in and started fucking her pussy with them . I thought my cock would blow just watching. I was amazed. And when I looked around at the audience, I saw that they were as captivated as I was. And why would they not be? For no matter what I did to her, no matter how I tried to humiliate her, or hurt her, I could not bring her down. She took everything with inhuman grace, a beast in her natural state, and everyone watching only felt privileged to bear witness. I pulled her up by the hips until she dangled upside-down, planted my face between the supple swell of cheeks, and tasted the. The evenings were a different matter. June had experimented with a variety of risque "theme" nights, for adults only, and I might fit in there somewhere. She wanted to discuss these prospects with me.Joan still wanted me to pose for more paintings and drawings. They were still selling well, but she no longer wanted to accept commissions. She had found last year's effort too burdensome. People were now requesting the themes to be more blatantly R-rated, and she would like to go down this path,.