The music catches momentarily as dark, thumping bass vibrates in my internal organs. Then something soft and spicy and Spanish begins to play. My hips...sway voluptuously of their own accord. The dance floor materialises behind me. His hands are on my waist. They are huge hands. They almost encircle my middle. He moves my hips and they sway and when I lean back, I am moving in time to his body. All I can feel is his height and the firmness of his body and we sway and sweat. The music is seducing. I lost my cherry at sixteen to a high school football player two years older than me and I haven't looked for it since. I enjoy sex as much as the next girl and maybe a tad more. But this was a twist that I wasn't expecting!Almost without realizing what was happening to me, I found myself with my hand in my panties, the only clothes I was wearing as I prepared to take my shower. I rubbed my dampening pussy with one hand and held his boxers to my nose with the other as I breathed in Michael's. Im sorry that I am not here for your fourth and final session, My Child. But you see, I have nothing more to teach you. I have known from the very first time I saw your painting of the Saint Bernard puppy that you had all of the talent to succeed, all but one. That was the purpose of having you being my model. From the first day we met, I told you that you needed to insert your feelings into your work. I caused these feeling to come out of you in the best way I knew of, that is the sexual. I didn’t have much, in fact all that I had to offer her in terms of refreshments was some of the cheap swill that some of the other men seemed to subsist on. It was a bitter red wine, but it did have some medicinal properties. I mixed the wine with some water, it was still no ambrosia, and she almost gulped it all down in one go, but I stopped her. I took the tumbler back, and held it to her lips, she sipped, I put the tumbler down, took a sip of my own wine.I sat next to her, held her hand,.