He idly thought that inhis familiar execu-world, this would be called a "paradigm shift".While he drifted, she produced her first surprise of the day.... She shookthe kinky device loudly from its box; pink tissue paper settling to theground. A pair of pink leather bondage mittens dangled before his eyes.That this was a specialized bondage garment was obvious and he watcheddumbfounded as the first mitten was drawn down around his right hand.She smiled mischievously as she tightened the laces. She was shutting her eyes so I signalled Shriti saying, “I will fuck her asshole now”. While Guna was enjoying my tongue and finger in her pussy, I made her asshole wet with my saliva so it would be a little easy to enter. Then I stopped licking.Guna shouted not to stop.Her eyes still closed. I put some saliva on my dick and entered her asshole. As soon as my dick head entered her asshole, she screamed in pain. I held her tightly without allowing her to remove my dick from her asshole. She was. In that way, it resembled my Literature and the Arts class. We started with design and motifs of Egypt, China, and India. Then we jumped into pre-Hellenic Greece and worked our way toward the present. There was a lot about the effect of the printing press on graphic arts as we made our way through the ages to the ‘contemporary’ arts. These were defined by styles and sometimes by influential artists. Names like Art Deco, Art Nouveau, Celtic, Chippendale, Queen Anne, and most importantly, William. He was the most beautiful man Josie had ever seen and the only coherent thought she could form was, ‘There you are….’. With a clear snarl in his voice, he cut through Josie’s hazy thoughts. ‘So what is it you really wanted? To come gawk at the freak?’ Trying to follow his sudden question, a frown creased Josie’s brow. ‘You have a freak out here?’ she asked. Rolling his blue eyes at her in contempt, the man continued, ‘Me. I’m the freak. Or did the town people leave out that part?’ Josie’s brow.