Gillian slowly relaxed and I felt her body open. I quickly mounted her and eased my cock in. There was bit of initial discomfort as her muscles slowly... adjusted to this foreign object being thrust inside it. When her legs began to thrash out I had to hold them down as continued fucking her with a gradual increase in tempo. This went for a good ten minutes or more until we heard a faint tapping at the door. It was Beth who had the good discression not to enter the room and could clearly surmise. If I was Number Two I'd want to have my cock down a throat like mine too. A petite woman with killer tits, laid out before me with her jaw willingly stretched open as far as possible. Her teeth scraping me with each stroke as I watched her struggle to breathe and wondering if I am going to pump her full of cum. Number Two withdrew himself slowly from me and held me up so I could watch my pussy straining to wrap itself around Number One's shaft. He pulled the steel ribbed corset from below me. " she whispered in my ear. I was way too exhausted to drive back home, so I sleepily stood up and let her lead me to a soft, comfortable double bed.As soon as my head hit the pillow, all my strength was drained from me. My eyes only stayed open long enough to see the empty space next to me. But as sleep took over my body and made my thoughts fuzzy, my brain distantly registered that Rachel hadn't lain next to me. Then I was out like a light.When I woke up, I was really disoriented. The whole. “Paint by Numbers,” Joe chuckled aloud.“The concept pissed me off,” Freddy told him.“Yours?” he asked.“Yeah. Pretty amateurish.”“It’s brilliant!”“But...”“How long had you been painting before this?”“About a year maybe? This was my first oil, at least the first I kept.”“And after?” he asked, feeling the rawness had been explained.“I guess I’m not patient enough.”“You don’t paint?”“Just at school. I only really got into it when I was here. She insisted.”“She?”“Miss Townshend. That’s her portrait..