Her name was Kimber, she was 19, and she was fascinated by my work. Nothing is more flattering to an artist than having a beautiful girl who admires y...our work at hand...I really liked her looks, and her personality. She is one of these rare girls with a special sparkle in her eyes. Every day for the next two weeks she would come by the beach to see what I was working on, and admire my work. I finally asked her if she would like to come to my apartment and see some of my other works. I dont know. Certainly my readers have found me, the woman reasoned.No messages.The next morning, 2,500 readers. Five days later 7,000 readers. They seemed to be reading her story with great interest and yet her inbox remained empty and she remained totally unfulfilled.It tortured her greatly but the next day it got worse, much worse.As she arose and walked slowly from her bedroom to her computer room she had given up all hope of ever communicating with any of the readers that she had so tried to please. Well, I couldnt defend myself, I argued against the reprimanding voice, I was tied up and couldnt see anything. Yes, you surely sounded helpless when you screamed, Fuck me! like a lunatic. I looked down at the woollen mask thing. It looked like those things thugs in TV shows put on their heads. Had I just cheated on Dave? I asked myself. Well, if I was ashamed to tell him about this, it meant I had cheated on him. As I quietly put my clothes on, I resolved that he didnt need to know. It was. To Jen it was just two friends ou to play golf. To Tom and I it was a weekend without worry, a weekend in bed. Just inside the hotel rooms door, he kissed me, then started to undress me and I him. His hands felt incredible as they squeezed and kneaded my ass. I grabbed his ass too and pressed our swelling cocks together. We stood there, both nude, kissing open mouthed, passionately and grinding our hard dicks together. Our hands holding each other’s asses, pulling each other closer. Tom moaned.