“Coffee anyone?” Martha asked as the two stilled after Steve shot his load. “That man. Sex Sophie pulled her skirt up and pulled her ruined shirt back on allowing her jacket to fall to the ground. Strange beasts half human half wolf, swans with angel faces, surreal images of dark places in stark charcoal on white paper, landscapes on canvass. Sophie struggled but next Steve had her Skirt and pantyhose around her ankles and swiftly freed her left leg so he could part her thighs easily. Sophie was not at all sure about it, but when Martha explained she would be masked and no one would see who she was she relented.
