The model, a big handsome blond woman, considerably taller than me, was wearing a short tunic, like a Greek wood nymph. Carly suggested that I pose as...the mythological character who saw Diana naked and she turned him into a tree. I pointed out that I didn't have a costume. "You don't need one. You should be naked for this." Isn't it Diana who's supposed to be naked in the myth?" the model asked her."Not in my version." So anyway the wood nymph and I made tableaux of her chasing me through the. Linor told Zax as a matter of a fact. Unlike her, much less a drop a sweat, even his breathing was stable. “Practice this set of foot technique. It can be helpful both in and out of the stage”.“I will. Thanks”. Zax was pleased. Now that he was clear on two things, appearance and movement only one remained, assault. “Should I get a weapon?”“No”. Linor disgraced the gratitude and answered. She settled her breath and asked. “What do you think are the two most important things in my profession?”. Lagse.. Lagse… But her complaints belied her body language and I was not in a position to withdraw from her. I was making back and forth strokes inside her cunt that grabbed my cock with its lips. My tempo was being increased and very soon Tisha screamed out of her orgasm.But that didnt stop her as she seemed to get ready for multiple orgasm. With the rhythm of the moving train our bodies started moving with all possible response and cooperation from each other. She enjoyed every bit of thrust. She knew her name, her birthday, and that she used to live in Atlanta that was all she could remember about before. She could remember in vivid detail all the tortures she had endured. The humiliations, the degrading experiences. She would get even, she was sure of it. She would escape, she just had to be patient Patience and determination, and her fortitude would win the day. She would smile up at the gardener and imagine him in handcuffs being dragged out of the house by the police as he.