I looked up and down the sculpture; every detail, down to the slit between her legs, the same panties she’d been wearing that morning… in bronze, ...painted pink like the ones that morning. Her breasts and erect nipples formed perfectly, down to the dimples of her areola, bronzed hair flowing down her back.I had no idea that a sculpture could look like that. I assumed it would be all bronze, a somewhat similar face in the image of Addie, but probably unrecognizable. This wasn’t that. This was my. On your back!” I turn over quickly and lay there with my hands by my sides, feeling myself tremble with anticipation as my Mistress slowly gets onto the bed and straddles me. I look upwards to see her delicious ass and pussy descend towards my face. I half hope that she will continue all the way until I can taste her, although I cannot see how that would be a punishment. To my disappointment, she stops inches away from my face and settles herself, making herself comfortable. I am left gazing up. "Ooh it's so soft" he said, "but it feels nice and firm too." "She has terrific breasts", I told him, "I just adore them". Watching another man touching my wife's breasts was turning me on. I reached out and cupped her other breast and said "She really like to have them sucked", and I lowered my head to give her a kiss on the nipple. "Would it be alright if I tried it?" Arthur asked her. Sandy looked uncomfortable for just a second but then she replied "Sure, why not?"Arthur put his mouth on. She was obviously troubled and he wished he could have been of more help, but beyond her physical beauty there was a sensitivity he had sensed from the beginning. Yes, the man who could capture her heart would be quite lucky indeed.Clutching the bag of treats, he exited, locking the door behind him and proceeded up the street, stopping briefly to talk with Mr. and Mrs. Steinman, out for their evening constitutional, a bit late this evening since darkness had already fallen.Moving on, he thought.