I didn’t have the heart to tell him that we would be serving wine, champagne and expensive whiskey, instead of his beer. Even worse, I couldn’t te...l him that I had named the new place the Faith Mitchell Gallery and not Live Oaks.I also didn’t tell him that I’d hired Amanda to be my gallery manager or that Josh was going to be a featured artist with his private studio upstairs. He didn’t even know that Amanda and Josh existed. I had posed for Josh a few more times, and he had made even more. He leaned down taking a nipple into his mouth. I moaned, “Your cock feels so good”. He let go of my nipple, looked up at me and slammed his cock hard into me. Grunting as he filled the condom. He lay on me for a bit and got up rolling off of me, pulling his condom off dropping it into the garbage can at the end of the bed. He picked up his underwear and walked off, not saying a single word to me the whole time. The next two guys were younger fellows, I’d say in their 20’s. They were. He used to be on business trips most of the time and so I used to help aunty whenever she needed to go for shopping's or any household things when uncle is not around. And the family treated me as their younger brother who was ready to help his sister when brother in law was not there. When I say like a brother you can understand the freedom they have given me. I could go to their house anytime, even they used to come into my flat without a knock. Aunty used to call me regularly to her house. Jessica smiled and cradled the little girl carefully. ‘Any word on Danny?’ Caitlin asked quietly. Cal shook his head and glanced at Jessica who sighed. The timer dinged before Jessica could say anything so she passed Danielle over to Jake and grabbed a oven mitt and pulled the biscuits out of the oven. ‘Those look pretty good,’ Jake said, reaching out for one. Jessica slapped his hand. ‘Wait for lunch,’ she scolded. Caitlin chuckled and took her daughter from her boyfriend. ‘Hurry up will you?’.