He was moaning and rubbing his eyes. I wriggled my hips and tried to hide my bulge and I excused myself to go to the bathroom. Xxnx Chloroformed in Art Class
I met him at a local amateur art class. He was this slender young man, dressed in those colorful wide harem pants, a tight t-shirt that beautifully accentuated his six pack and his chest muscles, those gorgeous blue eyes. Tenderly I guided his limp sedated body onto the ground. With some white paint I added the light effects, both in the apples and in the banana. ‘I… He’d called me sweetheart. ‘So don’t drink any drinks I buy you.’ His fingers were wriggling through the air as if he was telling a ghost story. I just happened to have the old rag and the paintbrushes in my hand when we were talking.
