It was more like he was examining me, copying my image into his mind, then working it onto the canvas. Back and forth they all looked and I looked at ...each of them. From one to the next I looked, trying not to think about being naked. Then as I looked to him again, his eyes made contact with mine and once again, there was that look. The first look had started a small fire within me and the second poured fuel over it. I felt a sharp throb in my loins. My mind started to race, feeling arousal. It was obvious that this was a relationship made in heaven.I arrived at Anne's home in Ilford early this morning carrying a giant suitcase packed full of all my favourite women's clothes, underwear and make-up - in fact, the only male clothes I had with me were the ones I was standing up in - that was one of Anne's conditions. As I struggled through the door she took one look at me in my jeans and T-shirt, smiled and shook her head in admonishment."Nice to see you," she greeted, "but I'd like. " Sorry, Ma – Mona. I'll try to remember."Sarah/Mona began her well-practiced and usually successful seduction program in earnest. Moving to where the sun was directly behind her and shining between her legs through the thin dress, she stood with her feet apart presenting him with a view no straight male worth his hormones could resist looking at. It was for sure the kid was no poker player: She knew he could see a clear outline of her crotch because his eyes fixed on it and grew wide for a. Men would come in come down my throat or on my face and then leave in that hour there must have been another 10 to 15 cocks.There was a pause in the traffic of men, so I decided to get a little cleaned up. Removing the blindfold and stepping into the shower I washed my body then I could feel glob after glob of cum drop out of my ass or run down my thighs.Two men will waiting in the room bare ass naked when I came out from my shower. I didn't even get a chance to put the blindfold back on before.