Four painted mannequins, each on low pedestals stood in the corners. Janice walked Wynn to the bench and they sat down. Wynn looked around at the stat...es. Each was a life size unclothed, un-wigged mannequin painted a single solid color. There was Red, Blue, White and Black. They sat silently until Wynn began to fidget. Janice took his hand in hers and gave a squeeze to signal Wynn to be quiet and still. Wynn looked at her and out of the corner of his eye he detected movement. He turned back to. She had unbuttoned the front of my shirt revealing my small tits. Our skin pressed together, soft and warm. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was and how badly I wanted to taste her again. I worked my way down her slender body, lightly biting along the way. With each bite, she jerked slightly, and then moaned. She loved this.As I moved past her tummy I could feel her black curly hairs tickle my chin. My mouth watered in anticipation. I slid my hands up to her hips and pressed my face deeper. I knee-walked over to her, and her lust-filled eyes never left my swaying erection. As I moved between her thighs, I told her "I'm still wet from Diane, and my cum."Holly just looked up at me and said "I don't care. Hell, that makes it even better! Just put that thing IN me, will you?"I moved over her, and she didn't hesitate to reach between us to take my still-slick penis in her hand and position it between her parted labia. I moved a little to get myself in position, but before I could. "She's cut-off when the gimp-suited man grabs hold of her shoulders. "Holmes, calm the fuck down. I've thought for a long time about this. Doctor Watson's appearance, I feel was very much a sign for me to push you into the direction you really need to follow." With his hands on the redhead's shoulders, he guides her to the fireplace. "I admit, I am only going on gut instinct, but you yourself told me... in the majority of cases, one's first instinct is the correct one. So I posit, Ms. Holmes,.