I looked closely at some of them. His skills were extra-ordinary, even a student like me could see that. I had been daydreaming in front of one of his... largest paintings, but got woken up by the sound of scratching wood. I turned around and saw Mr. Monet, a paintbrush in his mouth, putting a canvas on an easel. The expression on my face must have been an odd one, because he laughed when he saw me looking at him. "Would you like me to draw you?"I was stunned. Did Mr. Monet really just ask me to. But he was gracious, too. We shook hands and I was ushered in. We spent the next hour getting acquainted in real life. This was, indeed, her husband Roger and he had no problems with her spending all the time she wanted on Lush. In fact, he encouraged it. I was getting the vibe that Roger was a bit of a sub, and Gretchen was a Domme in this relationship. Not that she had ever played that with me. She was well aware that I didn't go that way. I was always in charge, allowing my little cupcakes. Adam and I stopped and watched, I was amazed by how much the guy getting fucked seemed to like it. I always figured it would be uncomfortable, but it was something they did for the other person. This guy seemed to love it. I looked over at Adam who was rubbing his cock through his shorts. Of course right as I looked down at his bulge, he caught me. He pushed me back against a tree and told me to relax, he wanted to show me that it wasn't a big deal. He dropped to his knees, pulled my shorts. A handsome one in fact. He wore a tight fitting black t-shirt under a loose fitting green plaid shirt and some dark denim jeans. His emerald eyes gave me a once over before he looked back at my eyes. I felt a shard pain between my legs, and shifted uncomfortably. I'm sure, unlike everyone else, he noticed. The smug look on his face said it all. Matthew was use to girls getting all hot and bothered over his appearance. I broke eye contact with him. "My girlfriend is actually cute enough to bring.