The man took a seat opposite her at the table.Sara was impressed with his efficiency and style. It was almost as if he worked in hospitality.Opening t...he mason jar, she noticed that the cream was thicker than the cream she was used to having. Unsure, Sara cautiously sniffed it and realized that it smelled really good.“It’s fresh cream,” explained the man with the deep voice, noting her puzzlement. “It was fresh from the cow yesterday.”‘Out of a cow?’ Sara thought but wisely kept her mouth shut.. But then I saw the amazing scene which was the small black cloth hiding the beautiful milky structure.My hands started trembling and I got hard on. I started rubbing my hands below the bra and boob and then slowly I moved my hand on the bra and touched the cleavage. Then from the lower part of bra which became loose, I inserted my hands into the book to feel the mountains. I pressed the right boob slowly and then lifted the bra completely. She woke up and moaned and I squeezed the left nipple. I quicklyshowered, got dressed and before we left I had her sit on the edge of thebed and slowly removed her panties. I then kissed and licked her to nearorgasm but stopped as I wanted to keep her anxious and horny for the rest ofthe evening. I opened the nightstand drawer and took out the powerfulvibrating egg and smiled up at her."You'll be wearing this tonight, Kitten," I said as I gently inserted itinside her and pulled up her panties. She was so turned on I wasn't sure ifwe would make it. But it was pretty gross.“Some of your most expensive offal on the market,” he adjusted his glasses in mock scrutiny.I snickered, clasping my hand to my mouth. I felt guilty for laughing. These painters—the ones at the back—they were people like me; all struggling blindly to get something out from inside of them, to share whatever it is that they see. But Peter. He had a knack for making things whimsical. He could’ve pointed me to a guillotine that evening, and I still might’ve giggled. Silver.