I had no idea what to do. I was so worried that the man had seen my face and could tell the shop keeper I had been playing with myself. I just knew th...t I was in big trouble; however, for some reason I decided to look quickly in the hole as I was about to leave. Turning I saw the very first cock other than mine in real life. I was mezmerized. I stopped for just a second and saw the man put a finger in the edge of the hole and kind of gave me a come hither action with his index finger. I turned. Her vision inside my head was still as clear as ever, so I started a second canvas this time with her in a different pose reclining naked on a chaise. Before I knew it, it was after midnight and suddenly I felt very tired and for the first time in a long time I went to bed sober.She didn't reappear that night or the next, nor for the next three nights, my days were filled with frantic painting, trying without success to record her perfect face and body, five painting I had completed in those. I licked the entire alphabet a couple of times. Then I experimented, licking a certain way and listening to see if she moaned. I looked up and one of her hands had grabbed the sheets and the other was holding onto my hair and shaking, so I knew I was doing it right. I used my tongue to wiggle the ring against her clit and she gasped and pushed her pussy into me, wanting more. Her moans were getting louder, so I toyed with her for a few minutes, then swirled my tongue on her clit with medium. Probably her pussy was not used for a long time but she had desire to get fucked. My finger was going in like hot knife on butter. I also inserted my index finger and started rocking it in and out. She was also moving her arse to give her the utmost satisfaction. Now I wanted to smell her pussy juices. But it was a risk.I decided to handover my cock and take that risk. I pulled my pant down with other arm, pulled her arm and given my cock to her.She reluctantly took it but it was different.