A dream: elegant curator in gallery apartment fucked!

The job of curator is quite demanding. Organizing galleries - selling expensive exhibits - negotiating with clients. What I like about it? I get to meet incredibly interesting people, mostly men! Can I convince them to buy an expensive painting? Do I always have good arguments? After all, as a curator I live on the commission of the sale! And I always like to dress elegantly. Of course I see the looks of the customers when they stare at my ass or my tits! Did he see my suspenders while I was bending down to the picture? When they charmingly kiss my hand and say: Look good from Mrs. Schweiger. I'll be honest: I often dream of what it would be like to fuck the customers! Maybe my customers dream that too?