He was right. Art and nudity went hand-in-hand. "I can live with that, I suppose. You'll probably make me look better than I would have anyway. I supp...se you can show those, though I doubt you'll be hanging any pornographic paintings, so that seems safe enough."He nodded. "True enough. What would you like to do after we eat?" he asked, changing the subject."You don't have to hang around and pamper me," I said, finishing off the rest of my food. "I'll be okay."His dark eyes flashed. "I promised. The next thing that I felt came as a suprise, it was his tongue licking around and over top of my asshole. Then came the cold liquid that was sort of thick in consistancy. I assume it was some type of lube to help with the friction I was about to endure. I felt him ease one of his fingers into my anus and work it around a little to help me loosen up and relax. Just as he removed his fingers from my ass, the next thing I felt made my heart drop. I felt the head of this monster cock gently. Last week was an encounter of his fantasy; and hers. Flaunting her legs at him, her sex is getting moist, not from the urge of deviant desires but the humidity of the atmosphere. Yet her urges carry her along in her seduction. A man comes over to say hi. “Hey there,” he says to her, “what are you doing here by yourself?” “Waiting for you to buy me a drink,” she reply. He feels that he’s going to be a voyeur again. She teases him by making sexual gestures and innuendoes to the guy. He is quite. He stalks away, plotting his future attacks. James grabs Isabelles shoulder and drags her back to the chamber. He rips the robe off of her body and drags her to an adjoining room. There is a large stone bath sunken into the ground, and it is full of water. Not stopping to warn her, James tosses Isabelle into the bath. Clean yourself. You are filthy. Isabelle surfaces, sputtering and indignant. James grins and turns to reach for something, with his attention otherwise occupied, Isabelle grabs.