Anna, the artist, stood in front of a massive pastel-colored canvas in the grand living room. Garthwaite, her husband, stood next to her with his eyes on her body as she painted. Maria, his wife, stood

The opulent mansion was filled with the scent of roses and the sound of classical music. In the grand living room, a group of people were gathered around a massive pastel-colored canvas. Anna, the artist, stood in front of it with her brush poised over the canvas. She had been working on this masterpiece for weeks and was determined to make it perfect. As she painted, she could feel Garthwaite's eyes on her every move. She knew he was admiring her work but also knew that he wanted more than just a painting from her. Maria, his wife, stood next to him with a knowing smile on her face as she watched Anna's every move. Garthwaite couldn't take his eyes off Anna's body as she moved around the room in her tight dress and heels. He wanted nothing more than to take her right there on the floor but knew that would be crossing a line he wasn't sure he could come back from. As they all left for bed that night, Anna couldn't help but think about how much fun it would be to paint another masterpiece with them all together again soon...