“I like that.” Then an idea struck her. “My cloak and hat should still be at your parents’ house. What if I have Melissa paint me as shepherde...ss? Would you like that?”It was obvious at once that Richard was all for it, for his eyes were lighting up.“I would love that. Let us commission the painting this time. Melissa needs to earn her living, if only for her self-esteem.”That evening, at dinner, they spoke to Melissa about the idea. Melissa asked them about the background, wanting to know more. Greenery in the fields seemed to revert but the natural music seemed to be on hold. I was relaxing in my room for there was no work pending. My eyes were half closed some what semiconscious. I was hearing some known voice but it seemed in my dreams. Suddenly I woke up from the semiconscious state and tried to locate the source of the sound. It was a male whisper coming from the garage. The garage was the place where my driver used to relax at night. He was in his forties but still well built. . He had a huge tent in his jockey .. I could not wait to see a real cock in my life so I slide my hand all the way back up .. Hold his jockey and pull it down at one shot .. His cock sprung open and hit me on my face .. It was huge .. 7 inches nice and fat .. It was rock solid … He pushed me back on the bed and put his dick in between my boobs and was tit fucking m now .. I was loving this .. He asked for a blow job .. I said sorry but I can’t … He didnt tell anything and straight away came. One beautiful, sexy large testicle on each side of his shaft. Derick reached under himself, hand to his side, legs open, and began pulling on his ass cheek, opening himself up, showing me his asshole, as if offering me his asshole. Without even thinking, I moved to my knees next to his bed. He pulled a leg up to his chest, the other leg spread out wide and with his hand held his ass open. Just a small amount of hair down his crack was all that hid his hole from lustful eyes, then my lustful.