Ben's hand made a broad, sweeping gesture toward the largest painting in the window. "I mean what's with that anyway?"Ally cocked her head, taking in ...the colors--or more accurately, COLOR-of the painting. It was a mottled sky blue, only the mottles weren't distinct enough to be considered clouds. It was just a giant blue canvas with an outrageous pricetag."Well?" Ben prodded."Well if I was into the visual arts, I might say the painting represents the infinite number of possibilities our lives. She walked out, but 10 minutes later the living room door was opened again, and stood in the doorway was Zara, she was wearing very high black heals with wedged toes, Black stockings and a little "french maids" outfit. She had a tray in her hand with more drinks."Room service gentlemen!" she said in her sexy husky voice.She walked in and bent straight over to put the tray down, sticking her peachy arse up in the air.Zara looked at me and winked( asking if i was cool with it?)i nodded."Is there. She knows what the conversation will get her.And as soon as he finishes his sandwich, he stands up and searches for dessert. Missy has yet to touch the sandwich, and when she sees the tent in the boy’s boxers, she grows hungry. She turns to face him, silent as he approaches. Her long, creamy legs are open, resting on either side of the chair. Wordlessly, Brock kneels before her. Missy’s breathing deepens, cunt flooding with anticipation. The boy reaches up with his hand and his fingers ease the. I was able to put together from my remaining senses that she had set out wine glasses, and had placed something in the oven. I could hear the click and clack of her heels on the cherry wood floor as she quickly moved from room to room setting the stage for her party. It was then that I heard the buzzer. Due to the pounding of my heart in my ears, I could barely hear Ellen buzz her guest in. I knew I had a few minutes before they would reach the door because there was no elevator and Ellen's.