Paintings, sculptures and even a Damien Hirst-esque shark tank installation.“How did that get in here?” Raine asked wide-eyed.He followed her gaze...“The tank? Oh, we took the window out,” He pointed at the far wall of glass. “Nightmare.”“Are all these originals?” Raine asked. The place was so full of art she didn’t know where to look. “You own all this?”He seemed surprised by her interest but he shrugged.“Well, mostly. Some I’m just looking at.” He stepped back as if to let her into the. I could smell my arousal, his sweat, his pheromones making me want him more.He kept whispering something in my ear which I could not make up. All that I remembered was his cock moving in and out of my pussy. His balls hitting my ass, and his hands stroking my clit, and me cumming from all of it.I barely remember begging him to fuck harder and make me his slave, his slut. I felt his weight lifting off of me. His speed increased, hammering me deep inside the pussy. I felt his hands alternatively. This allowed the current pleasurable experience to surprise her and build a desire for more.I wanted to keep the changes to her personality to a minimum. I think with enough time and power, I could completely rewrite someone from top to bottom, but it would always be fake, and I would never want to create a personality from scratch. I didn’t have the intelligence or knowledge of how the mind worked to do that.As Amara’s ministration on my cock sped up, I moved my two fingers in and out of. I was becoming very attracted to her, and she mentioned during one of our conversations that she was single; so I invited her out for dinner several times. To my disappointment Anusha always declined and repeatedly told me she did not date patients. That did not deter me however from continuing to ask, and I’ll admit I found myself not being able to stop thinking about her.One Friday afternoon I had an appointment with Anusha at five o’clock and I decided to take a nap before going to it..