You hear me speak, there, softly whispering a simple word over and over in your mind, and this word is buttercup, and you notice that hearing me say t...at word makes you feel so comfortable, and restful, as if the world simply disappears, and there is only my voice, and my hands touching you; buttercup, I whisper again"The world is suddenly back, and I am holding you, whispering in your ear, and we're still sitting at the bar, but you feel so relaxed now, so wonderful, peaceful, and contented.. “You know,” I told Josh as I dressed following our most recent modeling. “You need to model for me sometime. I’d love to paint you, and I think your cock would make a great subject for one of my Brews & Brushes painting classes. What do you think?”“Let a bunch of middle-aged housewives paint pictures of my boner?” he asked laughing.“Yes, that’s right,” I told him, “Me first, of course, so I can show them what to paint.”He agreed, and we set a date for the next day in my new studio at the Tyler. He askes her all the necessary questions, one of which is she on any birth control? And her answer is no.He askes her to take her clothes off and lay face down on the table and he begins the massage at her shoulders and works his way down her arms and fingers, and then moves to her back and the sides of her chest, slowly reaching around the front to cup her small breasts. Once that’s done he makes his way down to her tight arse and legs. He slowly spreads her legs and starts massaging around. " If you want me to, I'll speak with them, tell them I think you did the right thing too. I needed to make some changes, and I needed to be desperate enough to be motivated to make them."Joyce didn't say anything, but I could hear her weeping softly. It was faint, and I thought she might have her hand covering the mouthpiece, to prevent me from hearing her crying. I kept quiet as well, waiting for her to regain her composure."Come stay with us, Kenny. We'll have a family meeting and talk about.