“are you ready for him, do you need him to fuck you now?” a silly question, as her legs were already spreading and her very wet and hungry pussy o...ened for “his” cock. I altered my own stance and slowly pushed my rock-hard member inside. I looked at her face as I did so her eyes shut tightly now against reality and locking her herself deep in the fantasy of having her “Irish stud’s” cock fill her.“Can I hold your hand whilst I watch?” I asked likely taking her fingers in my own “I’m right. She grabbed a brush and knelt in front of him and ran it gently through his coat. knelt down he was over a head taller than she was and nearly twice as broad.She felt as vulnerable as a mouse to a lion, but she trusted him.She could feel the rock solid muscle pulled tight beneath his skin and as she lay a hand on his wide chest she glanced up at him. His icy gaze seemed to bore into her soul, and once again she could not break his gaze.Her mind seemed to fill with fog, she couldn’t think. Well, perhaps it was, I thought, remembering how so many of the great artists had sketched and painted nude figures. However, there seemed to be a flaw in her proposal, and I pointed out that we didn’t have a model for me to draw. Miss Reeve looked at me again, hesitated just fractionally, and then with a bright smile explained that well, yes we did, this was one way she could help me – she would be my model! I was thunderstruck, never having envisaged such a thing, and I felt a strange. He asked if I had done that and beetroot red now I quickly told him that I had never seen a mans penis and definitely had never been asked to do those things. He was now looking very seriously at me and said I must be honest with him and tell him if I would have done those things if had been asked. I could not look him in the eye and I was shaking with embarrassment as I only just nodded slightly in a yes, again blurting out that I had liked what he did so I would have done it if he had shown.