However her true task was not completely forgotten. Once she had teased you suitably that there was no chance your erection would fade back into safety... She moved over to one side of you and drew her palette of paints within reach. Positioning her body between you and Jane she began working on her intentions for your chest. Layering paint onto the very instrument she had just been torturing you with. Meanwhile her other hand took charge of its usual role, stroking up and down your length in a steady beat. Thus you could find no separation between the application of her art and the perversions you undertook together. They...