"But I was just wondering if you'd like another piece of apple pie and a glass of milk." Yes, please, I'd love a piece of your pie ... so would Kev," ... answered. My hand was now flying over my cock.Kevin, across the room, was still shaking his head in despair. His penis, fully erect, shorter perhaps than mine, but still well above average, was sticking out of the slit in his shorts. "Okay, I'll be right back," Kev's thirty-four year old mom promised. My cock started to spurt as I listened to. All she could do was try to focus on actual drawing on her paper rather than slipping into daydreams of her drawing shapes on his chest with the tip of her tongue. His smile broadened and something about it told her she didn’t do well in hiding her lust. Sheepishly she hid behind the expanse of her sketch pad. She hoped all the other models were either female or at the very least appalling – if not she might find herself turning in less than half of the sketches required each class period. Yet. I think.”I nodded, “like starting fires.”He nodded, “outside the body so yes.”He pulled and I went with him as I tried to think. The men in the room spoke normally if a little subdued. When the noble stopped at a large corner table the room went silent. A large grey haired man sighed, “I told you Andrew, your skill is not enough and your magic ... not strong enough to matter.”The noble blushed and gestured to me, “I brought someone you would accept.”The man looked at me, “and why would we. God, she thought. These guys are hot!She spun on her toes, showing off her assets to the men whose eyes were glued to her. She grabbed the pole with both hands and bent down, daring one of them to touch her. She looked over her should at them.They must have liked what they saw. Out of the four of them two had their hands in their pockets.She straightened her back out again and her hips moved to the beat of the song. The guys were memorized. She moved in a way that got her tits to shake a bit.