He had given her a robe of his to wear out of the bathroom and she folded her clothes neatly, placing them in her bag. Please, Claire? XXX “There, now you’re less tense, aren’t you?” he teased. For a personal painting I’d like to do.” Claire bit her lip, nervously, her hands reflexively grasping the strap of her bag. I’m normally not this…high-strung.”
“It’s alright. You’re a doll.” She ruffled Claire’s long coffee-colored hair and snatched up her bag, hurrying out the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Marc.” She shut the door behind her as she left, smiling. She whined and his free hand found its way between her thighs, sliding past the cold chain to touch her intimately. She detected the faint sound of piano music from somewhere, probably one of the other apartments. For a personal painting I’d like to do.” Claire bit her lip, nervously, her hands reflexively grasping the strap of her bag.
