You sit down in this class twice a week with a sketch book in front of you and a pencil in your hand, knowing full well that I’m going to blister yo...ur ass with my words. Why do you do that? Why do you take this abuse? Because you are artists. Don’t you dare believe that means I’m suddenly going to become nice and compliment you on every scribble you make. You have a long way to go before you draw something that is praiseworthy.”I glanced around the room and noticed others were looking at their. "What's that?" Bob asked."We can all become best friends. You two can start socializing with our family, come over for barbecues on weekends, that sort of thing. We keep all conversation completely within FBI guidelines, meaning that we discuss nothing more important than how much traffic you had to face getting out here after work. If he bugs the house, we leave it alone, let him hear and see that everything is perfectly normal and we're all just the family next door."I could see them thinking. Hector is unaware of the mixed feelings in Red’s head. He keeps thrusting his tongue in this bitches’ slit, where the nectar starts flowing. His cock is coming out of the shaft showing the red, cone formed tip. At that moment Red orgasms to the max. She moans loud, is trembling frantic and she almost loose consciousness. Then, for a moment, Hector stops licking, and Red can take a deep breath. But not for long. Hector steps up, place his front legs on her back and closing in to her. Red notices. It runs down her body and pools beneath her. "Rinse yourself off and come downstairs," he tells her, then leaves. Shocked, she does as he instructed her.Downstairs, she finds him in the kitchen, cooking. He turns, walks to her and fastens her collar around her neck that she'd taken off before bed. He kisses her and says, "I made your favourite breakfast".She smiles and says, "Thank you. May I clean up for you, Sir?" After we eat, Love." He kisses her again, then goes back to cooking. "The rules.