We went through so much shock that night that it's a wonder how we got home at all. Celeste cried so much that I had to get her to move over so that I... could drive us home. I wanted to cry, but I felt that I needed to keep my mind as clear as possible. Once we got home, Celeste fell asleep and I sat on the bed next to her, wondering what we could do about the situation and how I could help her. I even through I was going through the same situation, I could only think of her pain. We took the. I pulled back the sheet and she started to wake up. I pushed her onto her stomach and put my weight on her back. I had on a ski mask in case she looked but as soon as I had her on her stomach she started to struggle but I got the cuffs on her wrists.She was fighting and telling me to stop. I put the blindfold over her face and then ripped the t-shirt from collar to hem right down her back. She was still flopping and telling me to stop and get off. I dropped my weight on her and she went flat on. The first request was to see how large her cunt was. Someone yelled out George stick your cock in there. George had done these auctions on many occasions and always looked forward to them. He was no master but tonight he had the same power over the women. He knew he was not to go off but still he could pound her for a few minutes. He immediately arranged Sheila so he could ram her good. He had a good size hammer, so he gave the men a bit of a show as Sheila swung back and forth against him.. Just noises, sometimes tonal and sometimes not, but filled with the emotion of my paint on the canvas. It was a counterpoint to color, an aural representation of chiaroscuro. It would never be a symphony, but it was a soundtrack and the more I painted, the livelier my vocal presentation became. Without words, I was letting go of my emotions—putting my night with Kate on canvas.What was it that brought us to tears as we climaxed together last night? What had made Kate so frantic in her.