“You awake?” he asked. She stiffened for a moment, then willed herself to relax. She pulled at his hand to hold her tighter. “I am now,” she s...id, trying to sound as if her mind was teeter-tottering, yanked from a pleasant dream. “How was your shift?” “Okay, I guess. Same old, same old,” Joel said. His face was beside her hair and he sniffed. “Your hair smells funny … smells like, like grass.” Leila’s thoughts had been racing, had she done everything to cover her tracks? She mentally traced all. A quick look through the blinds told me that most of the parting, at least in the courtyard had gone away. Given the cold temperatures outside at night it was entirely likely the orgy was still going on inside someone's flat. Remembering dinner last night, all I made for breakfast was two pieces of toast and orange juice. The electricity was still running, probably due to the fact that the grid was off of a nuclear reactor and those computer controlled monstrosities could survive just about. A quiet knock sounded on the door as soon as she tied the belt of the robe."I'm ready," Danica called out.The door opened and the artist beckoned Danica forward. She followed him down the hall to his studio. When they walked inside, the artist said, "This is your subject. Dear me — in my haste, I have not even thought to ask you your name." Danica." Danica," he repeated with a smile. "My name, which I realize I have also not offered, is LaSalle. My apprentices are Fredrick and Antonio."Both men. I want to feel you cum on my cock as I shoot my seed up your boycunt.”It was too much for me and I grunted hard as he groped my nuts and I shot what seemed like a gallon of cum into my jock.When he felt me cum he grabbed my hips and fucked himself into me one last time and stayed there. “FUUUUUUCCKKKKKKK!!!!!” he screamed in my ear.I could feel him pulsing up my ass as a warm creamy wetness spread though me. After a bit he pulled out and I had to sit down on the toilet as my legs were too weak.