As I stepped out of my shoes and hung up my jacket, Mom asked, "So how was your pizza date with Andrea?" It was great! We went to Gino's out by the tr...ck stop."My mood must have been written all over my face because she looked at me with her eyebrows arched and said, "Yes, I can see it must have been a good time. How's the portrait coming along?" Um, pretty well, I think. I'll start doing facial detail tomorrow. Oh, by the way, I'm going over early to do some things for Mrs. James. I still. He moved from her lips and began softly licking her nipples, caressing her supple breasts. Carly gasped with pleasure and her pussy almost instantly became wet. His hands wandered up her skirt and his fingers began to softly trace the outline of her damp pussy through the french knickers she was wearing.Not wanting to peak too soon she removed his hand from her nether region and concentrated on unbuttoning the fly on his jeans and sliding his boxer shorts down to reveal a bulging hard cock. She. Blankenship ran by a clock in his head. If my appointment was at five-thirty, I was simply expected to enter at exactly that time and listen until he dismissed me.I set my drawing on his review easel and sat across from him to listen to his scathing critique again.He sat at his desk with his arms folded and looked at the drawing. He pursed his lips as his attention was caught by one thing or another. He squinted one eye then the other. He stood and walked toward the drawing, going so far as to. She lay in the disgusting residue of her own long-dried emissions, half-adhered to the cold dungeon floor. The instruments of her most recent torture still occupied her aching orifices, and dislodging them would be its own form of painful self-punishment. She knew that at some point in the near future she’d be subjected to yet another session of torments, both physical and psychological.But she didn’t care. Nothing mattered anymore. What they’d done... No. What I’ve done.It was a truth she.