Mr. Payne takes his hands off my hips where he was holding on to me andpulls my tights and panties down to just below my butt which kind oflocks my le...gs together and goes back to humping and pounding against mynow naked ass with his limp cock.As Mr. Payne is pounding against me I feel dripping and wet on my ass andrunning down my legs. Mr. Payne has squirted out some lube and now thehumping is wet and slippery. I smile and bite my lip, as I am very turnedon with all of this. A little nervous. ’ And she was unhappy.”I’d talked to Andy for hours about this painting. We’d rehearsed the story a dozen times to make sure I didn’t implicate an individual. But I wanted to make sure the archbishop got the message. The woman in the painting was a prostitute. Giving up everything she believed in to become the one thing that was beyond her grasp.The trickiest part was getting models for the piece. A man mounting a woman thrown down on her back with her head turned aside, her eyes glistening,. I bent down, picking her up saying "let's take this to the bedroom". I carried her through to our king size bed and after I laid her down, she opened her dressing gown wide and parted her legs, holding her now wet pussy lips open for me to explore inside and as always, I never pass up a chance to do that delicious deed. I knelt over her and started kissing her face, her cheeks then her lips, allowing my tongue to trace round the tips of her lips, teasing her. She moaned out with anticipation as. JAKE TOLD ME GINA HAD GONE OUT AGAIN."SO....HEY JAKE ..YOU WANNA HANG OUT?GO SOMEWHERE OR SOMETHING?" HE LOOKED SORT OF SURPRISED.YA I KNOW WE NEVER HANG OUT I THOUGHT."YA SURE" HE SAID STILL LOOKING A LITTLE SURPRISED.I GOT READY.I WORE JUST A BRA AND A SEE THROUGHT TOP WITH A VERY SHORT SKIRT.BY THE LOOK ON HIS FACE I MUST HAVE BEEN LOOKING SEXY."SO WHERE TO?" HE ASKED."HOW ABOUT THE MALL OR SOMETHING?".WHEN WE CAME BACK IT WAS PRETTY LATE AND GINA WAS'NT THERE.THE MALL THING HAD BEEN.