He worked fast, but precise. For twenty minutes I stood there, following the movement of his arm with my eyes. After those twenty minutes, Mr. Monet t...hrew away his paintbrush. He looked at me, twitching his head as a way of summoning me. I walked towards him, around the easel, and looked at his work. It was the most impressive painting. It seemed to consist of only one smooth line, as if he had never taken the brush off of the canvas. It was unmistakingly me, the girl in the painting. It was my. See if you can find the mirror’s aura,’ Bella instructed.Janie focused on the mirror itself. It had been a long time since she’d practiced this. She was extremely distracted. Unlike Tonya, Janie’s problem wasn’t that she stopped being turned on when she concentrated on other things. It was that being turned on distracted her from being able to concentrate on other things. She felt like her head was buzzing. She reached out with her metaphysical senses and tried to find the mirror. She’d trained. Every time I touch them I think about that patheticshirtless man, he had boobs bigger than mine ever were. Maybe he shouldthink about a sex change. My cock was getting harder when I thought abouthim getting turned into a bimbo. I imagined him wearing just a bikiniover huge mammaries. I would show him how does look a real woman.Bouncing pecs and flexing biceps was my favorite activity now. I rememberan interview when all I could think about was how to bounce my pecs inthe end. My nips were erect. She slowly parted my ass and eased it into me, surprisingly it entered with little effort, but once she got further in pain was coming on and my dick shriveled. She built up a steady rhythm while asking if I liked it, as the pain subsided the feeling of being light headed with pleasure came over me so I yelled out yes I love it! She said she already knew since my dick was rock hard again banging against the couch, I wanted to grab it but my arms were pinned under me. Then I felt the presence of.