Ever so gently, I’m flexing forward and back on the dildo. With each surge my pussy loosens just a little more and I’m starting to feel more in co...trol of my impalement. As I rock back and forth, a juicy slurp emanates from between my legs. Strong thumps up into the cortex of my brain spur me on and I‘m bouncing modestly once more. Lewd squawks accompanying each thrust have now caught Jillian’s attention. Crouching beside me, her left hand rhythmically thrusts down on my shoulder and. I took jobs that were way below my skill level for a while but one Saturday, while having lunch with a friend, she remembered a classified ad she'd saved for me. "Take a look at this, Sandi. As soon as I saw the ad, I thought of you. It's exactly what you said you dreamed of," she said. "You have an amazing fashion sense, and you've had some experience in retail. You should go for it."The more I read, the more excited I got. "Oh my god, Traci,it's perfect; maybe too perfect, but I'm going to. I could feel her tension rising, her vagina was starting to grip me more firmly, squeezing and then a short release followed by another firm squeeze as I thrust in. I could almost feel her rippled interior as my cock slid smoothly into her to bump deeply inside her against the entrance to her womb. She was moaning now, lost in the urgency of her needs, it didn’t matter that it was me inside her not George, my prick sliding up to her womb not George’s. She pushed back, “Yes yes, yes, Oh ,Oh,. “Have you done many self portraits? I d like this one and would like to see any others.” She told me that she used her self often as a model and found it therapeutic. “ I try to do a drawing of myself almost every day. I keep a sketchbook, sort of a diary of my visual self. Mostly they are mundane studies just slices of my life.” “Really, that is an interesting concept. Did you do a sketch today??” She looked hesitant and after a moment replied. “Yes I did in fact”. I was now very curious. .