I’m barely aware of the guy behind me pulling out as my head is swimming from my first multiple orgasm. I’m flung off the guy I’d been on top of...and lay there dazed and wondering what was next. I start to become more aware of the room and realise Chris has noticed my fixed gaze at the mirror. He’s choreographing the next guys and I’m told to “hop on” by the overweight white haired guy laying next to me. I consider looking to Chris as I thought they were all going to be his age, but decide to. "Would it be possible for me to see them?" she asked."Not unless you buy me dinner first," I said smiling."Nothing like that I assure you. I would like you to model for our figure study lab," she said."What makes you think I would do that?" I asked."You obviously have an interest in art, and it would be a chance to get some first class drawings of yourself. We could also pay a hundred dollars a session," she said."I'm really not good at keeping schedules. I am sorry but it did sound like fun,". “We used to come here for picnics it used to be nice. Come on. Let’s see what I remember.”Katherine got out and locked the car; there was no one else to be seen, whatever attraction this place had for Sunday picnickers had long gone. She followed him down a track leading to some light woods hiding them from the river. It did not take long to circumnavigate the little peninsular and shortly she could see the top of her car peeking through the hedgerows but he stopped and began to retrace his. She smiled mischieviously; a smile that I was not quite familiar with."I've been dying to be alone with you all day," she purred, trailing a pink, painted fingernail down my heaving chest. My breath got more out of control as I watched her finger drag teasingly down Spongebob's face, which was currently the theme of my t-shirt."W- What?" I questioned skeptically."Mmmhmmm," she spurred again.My breath hitched as her finger hooked under the hem of my t-shirt. Slowly, she lifted it up, exposing my.