How much more of this can I endure? Time passes. The men leave. Incredulous, I lift my head, I look at the clock. It is now 10.Alvaro unties me. He ta...kes me to the kitchen. I already know what to do. Pick up the newspapers, and step out into the snow. Afterwards he gives me a carpet and a thin blanket. He fills a bowl with water and leaves it on the floor; again, I do not need instructions, without using my hands I drink from it. He points to a corner in the kitchen. I curl up there.I wonder. While he sorted out the photographs, she called her mother, intent on sharing the pictures with her.When she came into the room, Rhonda was wearing a pair of tight cut-off jeans that showed off her well-rounded ass, and a thin T-shirt that did little to conceal her jutting braless tits. Not expecting company, she was a bit flustered by the way Ted looked at her, his eyes seemingly staring right through her skimpy clothing.The minute they met, Rhonda and Ted hit it off. And the man knew. I sketch them while it's happening, then I work out the full details. I can't do that with hired people." I suppose. Wouldn't you like more variety?" Well, I certainly would like to do some African-Americans. It would be very interesting just from an artistic point. The colors, the shadings, all that. As for variety, though, our nudes sell well as it is and I'm developing a new series, too." What is that?" Margaret asked."More mature people as full-size Nudes. I've done some already, hang. She knew I liked to see her getting into and out of them and I would lay on the bed watching her with an obvious growing hard on rubbing my cock slowly as she stripped and dressed in front of me. She would get cross if she saw I was actually playing with myself and jokingly said “No you don’t. That’s for me to do”. She would ask repeatedly if she should wear this one or that one and I would ask her to try them on again. Eventually she would pick one and then would come and take my cock in her.