”“Favourite artist?”“Caravaggio.”“Now you’re talking!” Madeline brightened and gave a girlish giggle. “I remember once showing a sli...de of one of his altarpieces to a group of pubescent sixth formers. One of the cherubs at the Madonna’s shoulder has an amazingly-realistic willy, said to have been modelled on one of the artist’s studio assistants. It created a riot, I can tell you!” She got up to fetch another bottle of wine from the dresser.As she leaned over to uncork it, her housecoat fell. And he started spanking my ass, alternating cheeks and sometimes my pussy. I was crying and whimpering and started begging him to stop. When I did that he shoved his fingers back into my pussy. Shut up, I told you, this is what I want slut. as he finger fucked me roughly. I cant believe how wet you are you twisted little bitch. he laughed as he did it. He forced me to cum again and went back raining hit down on my poor tender ass. My position left no protection and he beat me until my throat. Will that be considered off limits?” A girl in back asked.“There’s nothing off-limits this day ... remember that. We’ll sort them out later.”“Will you come into the dressing room with us?” Another girl asked.“Will you let me?” Bobby countered.“Ms. Jan lets us have fun in the dressing room and we all love it ... she even joins in.” The first girl looked at Bobby and their eyes locked.“Tell her you want me there too and I’ll take all the pictures you want you just do what ever is fun and whatever. Apollo and Zeus towered above her, composed of chiselled perfection with an ivory sheen and endowed beyond measure. She could run no more and she collapsed, staring upwards on her back at the sights above her.The statues were alive! Their eyes had gained animation, their lower appendages stirring with a mockery of life. Apollo aimed his massive dick in her direction and she watched with a mixture of horror and arousal as his bell-end parted as he began to spray his torrent of hot, godly piss.