I peeked around the corner of the canvases and giggled. The painter was explaining his progress to t

I peeked around the corner of the canvases and giggled. The painter was explaining his progress to the man who’d taken out the commission.

Then the man turned his head and looked at me and winked. We both knew why it was so naughty that he’d suggested me - as his supposed “sugar baby” - as a model to the painter, even if the painter didn’t. 

He was a little funny looking with his thin hair combed over his hair but my pussy still spritzed a little bit when our eyes met because I knew that later that night I’d be under him screaming out my joy as my loving Daddy fucked me.