The open studios were held in October. They were real dress-up events, cocktail dresses, coats and ties, starting late on a Saturday afternoon and goi...ng on into the evening. The entire living area of the house, Jennifer's studio, gallery, and the patio are turned into a fine art gallery with display walls, racks and special lighting designed by Ron. He had several technicians from his company set everything up and take it down. Appetizers, cocktails and fine wines were served from 4 pm to 6 pm. I sucked my little finger and tried to insert it while licking up and down his length. From the side he seemed unusually long. There was no way I could take all of him. The girth was manageable but eight inches was as much as I knew I could take, and often with enjoyable difficulty. nevertheless i would attempt it. I stroked him and asked. “Has anyone deep throated you before?” as i wanked him.“No. Not even close.” He replied.“Has a guy sucked it before?”“No. Never. ““Then I’m very lucky.” I. .. but as a corner ... Lousy schools.”“A war zone? How long do you think?”“That type of move? Probably August if they made it a priority. Best case is two years until it gets hot. Depends.”“You know a lot about local gangs for a fancy lawyer. My only attachment is the bus line, the stop is a few yards from my back door. I thought that was good, but ... We moved there when I got the job, we stay to ourselves. I worry, the house is no protection from shooting, and those Scorpions don’t care about. Stopped everything. She stopped crying, stopped struggling, she was even holding her breath to try and capture any minute sound I made. I replaced the paddle, instead selecting a thin rattan cane. I tested its flexion between my hands, producing a whistling sound as I swung it through the air several times. Rachel screamed as I poked her with the cane, digging its point into her ass cheek, still covered in a neon pink pair of panties. I drew the cane across her lower back, watching her shiver.