Chapter Eight
Above her head, high in the arch of the domed ceiling, five sensuous sluts cavorted across what had once been a plain, smooth surface. Limbs, arms, crotches and faces rendered in passionate earthy colors swam together in naked abandon, in the middle of fornication and love. Regan was pleased seeing how the fresco had developed over four weeks of work into her first true masterpiece. Previously, her erotic art had been created solely for Kurts eyes and the few friends he might share it with. Her whole body tittered excitedly seeing her sister sluts take shape in supple form before her eyes. Every day, her journey up the scaffolding led her into their carnal world with a smile on her face. If only she could climb right in and join them for s*x.
Lying back against the wood, h
