It did not take long for a middle aged business man to hit on her. He was a tall black man, very handsome and dressed elegant.Ana danced with him and ...hey exchanged the usual small talk and flirting. After some more margaritas, he invited my sexy wife up to his room. But Ana told him that her loving hubby would get to watch. The black guy looked a bit astonished; but he finally agreed.Once we all were in his room, it was on. The black guy undressed my wife quickly and began devouring her with. He looked at me, twitching his head as a way of summoning me. I walked towards him, around the easel, and looked at his work. It was the most impressive painting. It seemed to consist of only one smooth line, as if he had never taken the brush off of the canvas. It was unmistakingly me, the girl in the painting. It was my body, my face, my hair. Mr. Monet had painted me. As I was staring at the canvas, I felt him touching me. He threw his arms around me and pressed his body against mine. He. Dean touched Atka’s right hand gently, pushing it to rise toward her face. ‘Your eyes are closing because you are so sleepy,’ he suggested. When her hand touched her eye, she blinked and went out like a light. Her friend had reached a certain point, but seemed to go no further. Dean scrambled mentally, and realized that she was not understanding enough of the English words to follow the intertwining concepts. ‘You thought the back side of the cards was beautiful… now that Atka is asleep, you. "11:00 sharp, don't be late," she says then joins the rest of the girls. What have I agreed to?As 11:00 rolls by I'm already knocking on the door of their cabin. Emily is the one to open the door and looks somewhat dissatisfied that I'm on time. "You ready?" she asks. "For what exactly?" I ask. Emily moves to the side revealing my sister in a black-laced bra with panties to match. It's a pretty magnificent sight to see and I swallow hard. "Just sit alright?" Emily commands, biting her lip in.