Mom got me my first easel and water color set of paints. I won some prizes in a local art exhibition and even got mentioned in the local paper. Now I have my own gallery and office, with a small studio out the back. The second floor I have made into a small one bedroom loft with kitchen and living room. There is a deck off the kitchen which looks down on the glass roof of the studio. I’ve sold a lot of paintings over the last ten years since going full time and my early works are much sort after. I now have an agent who takes care of exhibitions in other galleries and advertising my work in the media. I have a gallery manager that takes care of sales and moves my works around the country to other galleries and when sold to the owners residence. It had been a long day, I’d woken early inspired after a good sleep and went straight to the studio. I took down my current work and put up a blank canvas. After an hour I had the basics ruffed out on canvas but more importantly I had a better idea of what the finished painting would look like. It was of a woman in a long dress walking along a beach and holding a Victorian Lace Sun Parasol above her head and partially obscuring her face. She was barefoot and small waves would touch her feet and retreat. My mind was indian deep into the imagined thoughts of the model in the painting when an annoying ringing kept on and on. I came out of it and with a sigh licking went to the studio’s office to answer the phone. “Hello.” “Sami its Nicole I wouldn’t be bothering you at all if it wasn’t just so urgent that it couldn’t wait. There’s been an accident and” “Wait what? Is it Vici? “Yes its Victoria she had a fall and desi has broken her arm oral and it couldn’t have happened at a worse time. I have a social event to organize for the City Founders Foundation and that husband of mine has gone off on a golfing weekend. Could you pick her up at her Student accommodation building and take her home with you, just till she can take care of herself or has the plaster cast removed.” “Plaster cast. Just how bad was the fall?” “Oh she was jumping on the trampoline at the Gym and landed awkwardly. She’s taken a break from Uni till she’s well.” I knew that she would go on and on about her social life if I didn’t jump in so I massage said “When did you need me to pick her up?” “Well now oriental if you could, I’ll send you some funds to tide her over. Can you do this for me Sami, please?” I knew it was useless to argue with the self centered bitch. She’d start yelling and screaming and taking her bad demeanor out on Vici. “I’ll leave now. I should be there by five.” “Thanks Sami. I owe you.” “I’ll add it to the rest that you owe me.” I said with a sigh. “Oh don’t be like that I’ll be in touch, by.” She ran over to the toilet and tried to spit out whatever taste was in her mouth. “I don’t think so.” Kate said, “I don’t think we’d even be let in a taxi completely naked.” If Yavara loses that oriental battle, nothing here licking will matter. Not just pretty, but sexy. We’ll be there on time. The towel was barely covering it but gave indian her a bit of security I imagine. "I massage hear he has a nice cock." Sarah's eyes lit up and asked Julie if she could watch her make herself cum. He bent towards my wife again, licking and kissing her body clean once more. As saliva built up in my mouth, I started oral taking more of his shaft in my mouth. I opened my mouth just an inch or so from the tip of his cock and waited for his load. Why the hell did you open your big fat mouth and tell her you think you had some sort of "man problem" when you had gone back down for tea yesterday? He was a nice man and so I would like to think my story could be the way it would have gone. Distant desi shrieks reached my proxy's sensitive ears. They stood in complete darkness, but I could see them through the tremors of the earth.