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full detail, as dramatic and sexual as anything I’d just seen and considerably better drawn than most of it. He’d even managed to capture the mixture of shame and helpless ecstasy on the man’s face as he came, his erect penis in the priestess’s hand even as she buggered him.
    It was great, and it felt good that he could be so open in front of me, but I wanted his attention, and his cock. He went on working, oblivious to me and to my feelings. I was just going to have to take him in hand, literally. He was a tempting target too. His buttocks looked firm and tight beneath the thin black silk of his robe, and while it was tied at the front I could see that it would be so, so easy to slip a hand in, to take hold of him, to tease him slowly erect.
    He turned around just as I was swinging my feet off the settee.
    â€˜Would you like to model? I know I used you for the cover picture, but your face would be great for my priestess.’
    â€˜Yeah, sure.’
    It came out in a croak, my plans for seduction abruptly cut off. I should have carried on, of course, offering to model for him even as I began to caress him, but the question was just too sudden. Besides, if the last occasion I had posed for him was anything to go by, the outcome would be the same. This time I had all day.
    In the last few pictures the priestess had her robe open, displaying not just her breasts and belly, but the elaborate system of leather straps that held her dildo in place. It was an invitation if ever there was one, and I wasn’t entirely joking as I made my suggestion.
    â€˜I suppose you’ve got a cowled robe and one of those strap-on things?’
    â€˜Not a strap-on, no. You’ll find a robe in the third drawer down, next to my bed.’
    He wasn’t joking at all. I went up the stairs, wondering just exactly why he kept a cowled robe in his bedside drawer. Possibly it was just a prop, because they featured in a good many of his drawings, but then again . . .
    It was black, and heavy cotton, also too big for me, the hem still spread out on the floor as I lifted it to shoulder level. He wasn’t even looking as I began to undress, or not directly, but he turned me a glance and a smile as I peeled my dress off over my head. I didn’t need to strip, but I was going to. It felt right. My stockings stayed, but my knickers came off, which made him lift one black eyebrow just a fraction as my pussy came bare. It felt good to get a reaction out of him, but I didn’t show it, trotting down the stairs with the robe in my hand as if undressing in front of men I hardly knew was of no consequence whatsoever.
    He was cool about it, inevitably, simply waitinguntil I’d put the robe on and asking me to stand in a certain way. As he adjusted the front to make the folds of cotton hang the way he wanted his hand brushed my nipple, sending a little shock through me and bringing him to instant erection. If he noticed, he didn’t give it away, simply finished what he was doing to leave me with the robe half-open at the front, the inner curves of my breasts, my belly and one thigh bare.
    We were both near naked in a warm, drowsy atmosphere, no distractions, no reason why we shouldn’t come together. It was going to happen, soon enough, maybe when he got to the point he couldn’t hold his pencil steady anymore, maybe when my patience snapped and I pushed him to the ground and mounted myself on his straining erection.
    Still he drew, his eyes flicking between me and the paper as the Priestess’s face became mine in one picture, and a second. With the third he adjusted my robe, opening it across my breasts and belly, leaving my pussy bare and the scent of my arousal mixing with my perfume. I was trembling, little ripples moving down to between my legs as he again began to draw.
    In the fourth drawing the woman whom was now my avatar had her hips pushed forward as she pressed the head of her dildo to the