I was at the home of a potential client, intrigued by his request. He wanted me to paint the cover for his latest book. James Joyce Callen was the hot...test romance writers of the decade, unusual because he was a man, and because he dressed like a lumberjack and acted like the simple, uncomplicated man he was before he became a writer. He still lived in a modest farmhouse, even though he was worth more millions than most would ever see in a hundred lifetimes.I had seen him on a news show, once, a. “Okay, Lex, you’ve piqued my interest. Keep going, you sexy little slut,” Lori said, clearly turned on.Lexie sat in a chair, tilted her head back, and opened her legs. Then she teased her slit gently, moaning softly while she entertained Lori. She lifted her head to make eye contact, and she noticed that Lori’s bathing suit was on the ground. Lori held her breasts in her hands and squeezed them tightly.“Finger fuck that pussy,” Lori said in a low, sultry voice. “God, you look so hot doing that,. ..Do I taste mango? I asked opening my eyes. "I thought you would like it, I picked that flavor just for you". "It's my version of a gold star, only my students willing to take on special projects gets it". His special project was driving me crazy. I allowed my lips to consume every inch of him. My cheeks collapsed around his dick, I couldn't let go. There was so much of him. My head moved quickly allowing my lips to place kisses within the hairs around his dick every time they met. I looked up. All of you...We're almost the same tall...this should be easy...." I said taking my dick away from him. "I want to feel you...inside me" I said blushing...I never blushed the last 2 times he asked me AND did it...but now...out of a sudden...I felt silly asking for it..."Right hum...how do you wanna do it?" He asked."Any position you want..." I said."Then just lie on you back and spread your legs..." He said, I simply did as I was asked and soon he was rubbing my ass with his dick....he liked to.