Instead, offered blowjobs frequently. I had to be content with that. But, I didn’t stop asking her for a fuck. This continued for about 2 years. Her... marriage was fixed and she got engaged too. I grew more restless now. Forget about fucking her within few more days I would miss blowjobs too. I told her the same and asked her to give me at least one chance to fuck her. She told she would consider it after her marriage. But I knew it was merely to consol me. I said I wanted to pop her cherry; I. Oh yeah, baby! This is nice! Master pushes me up and down her soft skin, being sandwiched between these huge pillows, and it is turning me on. I am not turned on to the point of cumming, but this is a great feeling nonetheless. Great instincts, Master!On other days, soft, slender fingers reach down and take hold of me. I always enjoy hands rubbing me. The friction against my sensitive skin – up and down – up and down. Master still rubs me, but I enjoy new hands trying to figure out how to. I found it somewhat erotic at times but it was also a tough job being a nude art model! I had to keep still and I got bored and restless after a while. I failed miserably! So I told him quits half way through the first session. I suggested to him to snap a picture of me, blow it bigger and look at my photo instead and draw from there. I told him I would do it for free or half the fee since I was a lazy model and did not do a good job. So whenever I was tired, I would stop and he had to draw. Then, she'd order me to take my cock from my pants and she'd study and observe it and she'd tell me to touch it, and I'd answer her thousands of questions, describing to her the things I'd witnessed, stroking myself throughout. She'd question me about the size of the various women's breasts and their shape, the firmness of their asses, the amount of hair on their pussies. She'd tease me and it was obvious that she was doing it to excite me and because she wanted me to jump her. Unfortunately.