Chapter 29 part three i modeled for quisling

Now, I'm modeling for Quisling.I try to be there on time because I know what's waiting for me if I'm late! ... I often take lessons. I know his hospitality well.I knock on the door and take a step back.The door is wide open, bad omen!I don't come forward! At this time, he appeared, smiling.However, I was on guard in my heart.I could see that he was hiding a knife in his smile. Eventually, I still had to go in!he told me: "Come in, slut, do you want me to invite you?" I pretended to be slow to enter the door, but as soon as I crossed the threshold, I seemed to have grown wings.

But still not fast enough to miss the nice kick he had prepared for my ass.His leg lifts are outstanding, must have learned from the girls dancing the French Cancan! I really enjoyed modeling for him, he was a great partner.When I'm bored, he can tell by my nose.he told me: "Today, my nose is not happy." As I go, he stuffs me with some money, enough to keep my nose happy.also said to me: "Here, slut, take it and find a handsome boy." Or, "Go buy stockings, wear them tomorrow, and we'll draw a picture." Work plays an important role in his life.He was happy while he was painting, whistling and singing, and the time passed quickly with him.He is constantly interrupted, sometimes by phone calls, sometimes by visits from beautiful women.

Often, people came to him to ask him to help. If I don't see someone coming in, I can almost always see him reaching into his pocket or purse before closing the door. He's a good guy, a very nice guy, a very sensitive guy under a hard shell.