While having sex with her was good, it wasn’t that good. Her acting that way was enough for him to look elsewhere for female companionship.Another s...hort lived affair he had was with Dana a teacher at school. There was no question that she had the looks and the body which made her physically very attractive. The problem was that he was having a hard time in communicating with her. They didn’t have much in common and when he talked to her after sex it was like she was a radio station having dead. I was about to answer when one email in particular caught my eye, offering five thousand dollars in the subject line for a commissioned work. The message body promised more to follow if they liked the first one. Naturally, I read that email with great interest. They — it appeared to be from a man and a women — had read the bio of Mom that I had put up in an 'About the Sculptress' page, noting her recent cancer scare. They wanted to know if Mom would do a commissioned work with the woman lying. ..My mouth and my lips are soaking wet. On my chin, thick, slimy dropsstuck to my skin. My Master pointed it out to me. From my index finger Irecovered the "leftover" to lick it preciously.I drank his sperm as a rare gift. The Master's wine is the sommelier'sgratitude."After those main courses where i took possession of your ass in the bar,you honored every part of your Master's body with your tongue and Iforever sealed you to me by giving you my drinking spit, the next fewtimes we'll take it. ” Claire pulled her beanie off waving her crazy short, and yet chaotic hair, around.“If I told you you’d lose your shit.” She wanted to tell her – to be a happy family. To have Claire leap into the air with joy at having a little brother.“I will beat him up if you want me to.” Claire laughed.Emily shook her head, “No. God no.”“You love him?” Claire crossed her arms, “Sis – you might be the oldest of us, but your nineteen. You aren’t ready for this.”“I am.” Emily insisted. “I love him – more.