“Agreed. Let’s go home.” The Artist Chapter one My daughter comes to stay I’d always been an artist, ever since school l had loved to draw and paint. 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 indian 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 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 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 has broken her arm 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 outdoors 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 mature herself or has the plaster cast removed.” “Brock, we are going to Ardeni Dreus to find an old friend of Zander’s; she can help me access my abilities. It was shaky and lacked all of her confidence, all of her boldness, any bit of Nicole I could find. "Well Juliana did breast feed you," piped in their father carelessly. He’s starting to sound like you.” Without waiting from a response from her, he walked over to me and gave me an enthusiastic fist-bump. “It’s Mr. Wilson, he’s spying on us!” Cindy hissed. "I have so missed outdoors having a mother." Kayleigh sensed I was close. It is very scary for me to watch those videos by myself. I only slept a couple hours." I said. My pussy cream gushed out of me as I cried out. Her words were inspiring me, driving me wild. Placing his thumbs overthe waist band he pushed the skirt mature to the floor. I could tell she wanted to scream out in rapture. "Please sir, pound my ass with your wonderful cock. Corruption’s soothing drawl returned to her, and her indian grin curled behind fever-bright eyes, The Destroyer wants to kill me, Silence wants to change me, and you want to pretend I’m not here. I found what I craved at a human butcher shop. “Yeah, go for it,” Grace grinned. “Given what I know now I would prefer to be bound I think, but I am not very thrilled of doing a threesome again if you get what I mean.” I didn't expect you to make me feel so good." I had just sat on the couch when she leaned over to kiss my cheek before turning and walking back up the stairs to rejoin my mother and sister in the kitchen. My sister could do it.