.”“Yes,” he broke me off, “I recognize the work, wonderful piece, it’s called ... Murder & Mayhem. He is a fine creative artist, a twisted, ...angry soul ... shows his torture in his work. This is from his period just after his release from prison. They accused him of raping one of his models. Can’t trust her type, gold diggers for sure. Of course, she’s the inspiration for the woman in this piece, had to see in the dismembered parts, though.” He turned and looked at me, that glaring, lustful look. I was not going to tempt fate. All I could do was hope that it would calm down soon.No sooner had the thought passed through my mind, than a particularly nasty bolt hit somewhere close. Our lights flickered, but came back on with in seconds.I did know the sound of a transformer when it blows, and somewhere out there, one did. It wasn't raining all THAT hard, but you'd never know it by the lightning and thunder.Adrian and Lucille both started to get breakfast ready, in case the lights went out. Happy Trina, sad Trina, even a vampire Trina fixed their eyes on Cat. The walls were plastered with pictures, a kaleidoscope of Trina's staring their way out. Cat sat on the bed dizzily. She turned to face the real Trina, only to see the older girl stripping her top off, a dark blue bra underneath. Cat furrowed her eyebrows, confused. She watched curiously as Trina crossed to her wardrobe. If Tori had gotten the talent in the f*mily, Trina had definitely gotten the body, possessing more curves. He began pumping me, repeating his back and forth slam motion. He pounded me open wide. This is what I had wanted since he had contacted me.But he had more for me. He pulled out so just the head was in and used it to work my pussy lips. Then he went as deep as he could and lean all his weight on me, grinding his swollen hard cock inside of me. And while I sounded like a real bitch in heat, he was totally silent. It felt so good. The man had stamina. He was pumping and pumping, not showing signs.