" Can I keep it secret for a little while?"I think about it for a moment as I wash the shampoo from her hair. I soap up her body. I'm intrigued by wha...t she can't tell me."Last chance to tell me before I punish you," I hiss.I wait for a response, but she doesn't answer me. I leave the bathroom to get something from the bedroom then return.Lubing up my hand, I insert a finger in her arse, but she doesn't stop me, so I put in another."Going to tell me before I fuck your tight arse and destroy it. Releaseing your beautiful tit from my mouth and again just loveingly pressing my face to your breast , listening to the sound of your heart beating , feeling your chest lift with every breath that you take , I rise again to kiss you on the lips and then kneel back down before you , spreading yout legs , slideing my hands across your thinghs I spread your pussy lips enjoying the sight of your pussy , wet like a beautiful flower with the morning dew , the sweet sent of your love juce fills my. I’ve had them hung on the wall just where we decided they’d look best.” We walked down the hallway accompanied by Kath’s two gorgeous Persian cats which she’d aptly named Clit and Pussy. We chatted as she led me in the direction of her huge, marble-lined bathroom. The large bath was set on top of three marble steps and, as we entered, I could see the triptych hanging on the wall opposite. I must admit that the gilt frames really did enhance my paintings and made them look. He said scotch, and the bartender filled his glass. With each slow sip his head grew weightless. He looked around the oak-paneled room. The young solitary drinker at the end of the bar disappeared. He spotted a newspaper at the end of the long bar. He read about Protestants and Catholics feuding in Northern Ireland, an epidemic in Sudan, a beautiful young Israeli woman arrested for depicting Muhammad as a pig. And how beautiful this woman looked in the paper. Dark hair, lightly frizzed and.