He didn’t speak. He made a small defeated sound in his throat.“Of course I like it,” I reassured, touching his arm placatingly. “I – I just ...�� I don’t quite get it. I’ve never been particularly into art. I think it’s great. Bold. Uh – like it’s simple at face value but then – uh-” I couldn’t think of anything more to say.“Then?” He looked at me accusingly.“I –uh,” The back of my neck felt hot. “I – and the more you look at it the more – the more you see?”He started laughing. Tossed the canvas. Anyway, I was waiting for my husband and wondering why all of the womenwere looking at me when I saw him finally walk in. I waved and he lookedat me then kept going. I yelled "Kim!" (his name) and he finally lookedat me and said, "Look man, I'm waiting for my wife, you've got me confusedwith someone else."I was pondering that when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye.It was one of those mirror walls and was especially interesting because Ididn't see myself in it. I could see people. It looked like he would spend whole life fondling my breasts.I now felt how he might have missed such enjoyment with his wife. Same was with me. I was missing the enjoyment of my husband. Here were two hungry bodies, exploring each millimeter of each other’s nudity. Mannu was not at all getting satisfied with loving my breasts and long kisses.I was damn wet at that time. I held him between his thighs. Oh! It was a monster, not just rock hard but steel-hard. Maybe as hard as the horn of a rhino. Pierson! Don’t worry, Sir, I will!?Casey carefully wiped the last of Mr. Pierson’s cum off her hose and reported to the conference room at the appointed time for the contest, along with the other girls. She was provided with a name tag and told to report back in fifteen minutes for her first round. As the morning progressed, the contest went very well for Casey. She was placed in groupings with other girls who were either too old, too unattractive, or just had bad legs. Some of the older girls.