ART SHOW OPENING

This is a nice quick read, maybe something more of this later. Who knows? Anyway, enjoy. No picture muse on this one but imagination was a wonderful help!

ART SHOW OPENING

Penny Cinder got the invite to the ultra exclusive Aaronson Gallery. It was the most expensive and also the most controversial art dealership in the nation. Having had an opening herself there seven years before, earning over a hundred thousand dollars on some of her penis works, she felt obligated to go.

It wasn’t that she was out of the scene or anything, just that she had now settled down a bit. Her heavy partying days were now only a hazy memory. Pot, acid, coke and tequila shots were replaced with merlots and pinot noirs. And with her time now spent doing commissions for a steady client base, she seemed content with her life.

But it was a Merle Henning opening. Though young, she also had a penis theme to her art so Penny was sure Tom Daniels, the Gallery owner thought it was right up her alley. Being on a Friday wasn’t so bad but she’d have to get a babysitter for her two daughters. Penny actually thought about calling her ex husband to do the honor of watching the kids but flushed that thought right down the toilet. The less she saw of him the better.

The week of her at home work went quickly, with several paintings done and curing before she would send them off to their new homes.

Having delved into the local babysitter culture through many phone calls, she found Amy Flannigan, a neighbor’s daughter, who seemed to have the highest marks.

Booking the eighteen year old was easy enough, having the proper connections and all. Living in an exclusive gated community, with a highly rated grade school really helped. So after showering, feeding Paula and Sherry, she dressed in her most expensive clothing, even though it did seem conservative, knowing she possessed a giant dick. With some lube, she shoved her dick inside her well used pussy, tying her balls tightly about her left thigh. If she kept her steps slow she wouldn’t announce her hidden melons to the world.

Her tits were another matter. Nature gave her a healthy F cup in the right breast and an E cup in the left. She wasn’t perfect. But what was funny was that her left ball was bigger than her right so she felt balanced, if that logic actually meant anything.

After instructing her daughters to play nice and keep their “secrets” from Amy, she felt right with the world. The doorbell rang soon after and Penny met the bubbly, well built redheaded teenie bopper.

“Hi Mrs. Cinder.”

“Hello Amy. Come in. Girls!”

Paula at thirteen and Sherry at eleven came running and standing next to their mother obediently. “This is Paula and Sherry.”

“Hi, I’m Amy. You guys like games?” The girls laughed and nodded.

“Okay. They know the rules, numbers are on the fridge. If any emergency happens, God forbid, try and call me first, then your p