Pretty soon, this became a full time job for me. As my friend John put it, "Hank, you are now mayor of Town, whether you want to be or not."At the ins...stence of everybody but Mary and me, we moved into the palace. However, it was now known as City Hall. All of the administrative tools were there, so it was the logical place for the mayor to live. As soon as she was able, Mary was appointed Assistant Mayor. All of our stuff was moved to Town from our previous home, and we were comfortably. Her bare breasts were globular and full on her squat body. Her nipples were moist from obvious suckling, the nubs erect from the accompanying nibbles. Her nametag had been jettisoned with the blouse and jacket. Zack inquired her name. ‘Please call me Melina. We don’t get snow in the Yucatan. If this is what happens during blizzards, I might become a snowstorm lover.’ Zack laughed at the humor. Melina squatted between his legs and worked his pants and briefs down. The shoes had to go before. She took hold of my dick and placed it against her ring piece and ever so slowly lowered herself down onto it. She groaned loudly as she did so and I did too. God she was so tight in there it took a bit of getting used to at first. However once I was all the way in I started to make a little leeway and soon she was taking my full length in and out each time she rode up and down on me, gasping out as she went. Divakar meanwhile had moved around to the front and getting in between her well spread. Artsy, attack him the way Laura would attack you if she were here. Use his sex; I want the next painting full in my mind tonight.” Through the fall and into early winter, Dan and Artsy modeled; LF painted. Mrs. Patron turned a sitting room into impromptu gallery and home for LF’s portrait series. Eventually there were six paintings. All were thought provoking; some were frankly disturbing. By early December, both models and artist exhausted themselves and the subject matter. Mrs. Patron asked.