Doggy Style, Show Off That Rump

After her blindfold was put on, she got into a very familiar position. Luckily there was a mostly clean looking pillow on the ground to rest her face on. It only smelled a little bit of grease which the women didn't really mind all that much. Making sure that one of her best assets was up in the air and wasn't blocked by her tail, the blonde adventurer began to wait to see what happens next. Her soft toned butt was spread out to allow anyone that was near by easy access to her holes. Especially her puckered little star which was winking a little bit. Soon she heard a door open and some voices enter the room.

"So, she's in here guys," Wol came over to her briskly and he whistled when he saw her in the doggy style position. "And looks like she gave us quite a wide canvas.

A much deeper and somewhat lethargic voice seemed to admire her. "Hmmm, her posterior looks quite nice, but it looks a little pale to me." The sound of someone licking his lips loudly with a large tongue echoed through the messy apartment.

"She looks fine to me guys," another more hoarse snickered. "I recognize those types of thick thighs anywhere, you used to work on a farm, didn't ya girl?" Before the dog girl could answer, she felt a hot breath up against her pussy, which made her flinch before getting back into position.

"Whoops, my bad there lady," another snicker. "I got a little too excited there." Another snickering noise came behind. "Sorry for missing my manners, name's Hans. The big guy coming towards ya is Georges. You already met Wols. So, what's your name too ma'am? "

Still curious and in need of the Erons, Bella responded, "Name's Bella, I was told that I was going to be your guy's art subject right?"

"Was that what ya wrote?" The slow speaker said. He had moved in front of her and she heard him pace in front of her.

"Well I didn't want to say easel, that just sounds degrading." The sheep baaed back.

"I don't mind," Bella perked up. "So you are going to be painting on me? I'm ok with that." Not the strangest thing that she ever did for money.

"Yes, but we all have our own different styles and techniques that we want to try out. Unfortunately it looks like you only have enough space for one full session," Georges grunted, "And due to recent events we also only have enough paint for one session."

"Not our fault Georgy," Hans hawed, "We all came up a little short last month and now here we are." George just grunted.

"Anyway, let's get down to business. Bella, what do you want to try out. My Swirls techinque, Georges's Mixture, or Han's Streaks."

Having no clue what any of those techniques meant, the bare women had a choice to make.