Jenny’s parents never knew how her funds were obtained and Melissa never once let on the nature of the paintings that were sold at the big city’s ...auction house.It was all about knowing the right people, who knew the right markets and having the right model and artist and this time it worked.The present time:Melissa hadn’t done any erotic painting since Jenny left to travel the World. That was three years earlier and Jenny would now be twenty-two and making a living abroad as a writer.And one. If it were a car or truck, it certainly was an odd design.I stepped out of my car so the driver or drivers could see I was basically a non-threatening older white guy with empty hands. The sound of the approaching lights informed me that this was a gaggle of motorcycles making fast time on the empty highway. Fortunately, I was skylined against the foothills and I felt certain they saw me from some distance. I had a little ball of fear in the pit of my stomach thinking I was about to be a victim. Sonya ignored the erection and proceeded to tie my wrists together again.This time she tied my hands to the head bar of the bed. All this time shehad refused to let me take off my make-up or jwellery.As I lay there helpless, dressed like a girl, Sonya started playing withme. She ran her hands and manicured fingernails all over my body. She evenkissed the top of my dick. As I whimpered and moaned at her touch, Irealised she was making love to me like to a girl.She slipped her hand below my head,. I came harder than ever before, discovering this new exhibitionist streak in me. Then one day I wanted to treat her to some stockings, some black fishnet holdups. I felt so nervy as I bought them in Marks - what if they thought they were for me?? As it turned out, the holdy up part irritated her skin, and so I took them home with me. But it felt wrong to waste them. So wrong. So I took them out, and I don't know what came over me. I just wanted them ON ME so bad. I felt my heart speed up as I.