I am an artist. I am Hispanic and my family have lived here in California for longer than any Anglos present here today. Only the Native Americans hav... been here longer. I am proud of my heritage. It had been a year's time since I painted Lady Gwen portrait. Always since then I had wished to come by her brothel and observe my work in its permanent home. My work is shown in many homes and salons here in San Francisco. But I was proud of the nude portrait I had painted from life for Gwendolyn. I. She stepped out of it and let it float away.“Now it’s my turn to get you off.”“You don’t have to do that, Bill. Wait until later.”“No, I insist. Stand up and come over here.”I slipped down in the water so that my face was at Sheila’s crotch level. Her pussy was nicely shaved clean. As she approached, I took her by the hips and pulled her pussy to my lips. I started to lick her lips, then pushed my tongue into them. She moaned and took my head in her hands.“Oh, Bill. You do that so well,” she. He then push the head of his cock in and stopped. It hurt like he'll but I wasn't going to make him stop so I told hi keep going. He pushed further and further in stopping every so often to see how I was. He got about 3/4 in and I was in so much pain and told him to stop there. He then asked if I wanted out I said no start thrusting gently and see how we go. He was thrusting away and I was starting to enjoy myself. He then pulled out and shoved his cock into my pussy and thrusted like crazy I. ’ ‘If you were my boyfriend you’d be one tired bastard. You really in love with that girl?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘That’s sweet, but too bad for me.’ He took the thumb drive marked ‘Ai’ out of the Mac and handed it to her. ‘Needless to say, this goes nowhere off of this drive, ok? Not even a copy on your PC.’ ‘Wow, sure. Can’t wait to watch it.’ ‘You’re amazing, Ai,’ he said, standing up, ‘See you tomorrow. Send me a text when you’re nearby.’ ‘Ok, Philip, can’t wait.’ She got up and gave him a wonderfully.