It had been a while since I last had any action and so I was feeling rather horny. My wife had been busy with work and had left 2 days earlier for a w...eks’ residential conference, meaning I had more room to stretch out in bed at night, although I obviously missed her being there.I had left the office at lunchtime for a meeting at one of our sites which happened to be close to home only to find when I got there that the guy I was supposed to meet had had to postpone due to a ‘personal crisis’. ’He dropped my dress off my shoulders so I was just there in my bra, knickers and shoes as he caresses every inch of me, squeezing my ass, biting my nipples through my bra until he just ripped it off me. I was there holding his head firmly against my tits savouring how much he wanted me!’Carrie was riding my face as she recalled what happened. I was licking and sucking her labia as she moved in slow circles above me. My face was covered and I’d swallowed so much juice it was hard to imagine how. So was Erin. She was really looking forward to the show in New York. So was I.After I finished the preliminary designs, I started the series of paintings for the Santa Fe show: Santa Fe Landscapes. I wanted to call the series Alana in Santa Fe, but with her death sentence and the possible publicity we'd receive from the opening, I couldn't. The paintings featured Alana both wearing clothes and nude in front of backdrops of Santa Fe scenes. I completed the series just before the New York show.. “Good, it’s an excuse to get you on the caravan next week. We had planned to do the same, still might in fact. Now, have you the items we discussed the other night?”She pulled up the bag she had sitting on her legs under the table. Without a word, she began pulling the stolen goods from it. She saw one of the men’s eyes light up when she pulled out the book with the mystic markings on it.“That’s it,” he said in a relieved and excited voice. “What of the thief that stole it, has he been captured.