She pushed my hips back slightly then pulled me into her starting me on a motion where I was fucking her mouth. I pulled on her nipples as I began to ...ump my cock deeper and faster into her mouth. The tip of my cock felt so sensitive and I could feel my balls tingling. I knew it wouldn't be long until came and I told her I wasn't far off. She took hold of my hands and put them on her head, palms down, and clenched up my fingers so I had two handfuls of her thick copper hair then moved her hands. “I’m sorry, but you might be in trouble. Remember that party we went to at the Kingstons?”“Yeah,” she said.“Yeah, my uncle is the boss here. He is a hard ass, as you know. He says fraternizing here is prohibited. When you know and I know...”He got interrupted.“I know. I know.”He’s hard on me because of nepotism. And I know his weaknesses. I know. I say this: I’ve seen people get fired for less than me. I already gave my side. I just got this job. You just got yours. Do your magic. Trust me. You. ....Anyway as I surveyed the going’s and comings, my eyes caught a glimpse of Ms. Pious(not her name). I was immediately caught by her smile and deep brown eyes. She nodded and we exchanged pleasantries, she headed to a cosy corner on my relatives suite and chatted a bit with a few of my relatives friends I assume they were of mutual acquaintance, I knew from the jump I wanted to fuck this woman I could feel the lust building in my loins, so I looked for my opening and made a move, I can’t. She gave out paintings to friends and as payment for big favors. Most of all, she painted me. She painted me sleeping. She painted me reading. She painted me cleaning my M-16. And this time she had painted me right after fucking. I remembered, I was sitting cross-legged in our living room and she came in with just an artist's smock and a smile, her body still shiny from our sex, her taste still fresh on my lips. I remember looking at her, and her looking back through her big, wide lensed.