I opened the trunk and as I was stowing the bags, her hand snaked down between my legs to fondle my balls. I gave a start and banged my head on the tr...nk lid, causing her to laugh.I was a little upset at this but kept my cool. When I closed the trunk and turned towards the sidewalk, Miss Ryan was standing on the edge of the curb. The additional height of the curb put her tits right at my eye level and I couldn't help taking another look. After all, they were barely covered and the sight of her. There is rarely a second encounter, and even if there is one, it is random and unplanned. In my mind, I justified it as being a part-two continuation as opposed to a planned second hookup. Rick replied, “That would be awesome! I can’t wait. I’ll see you Thursday evening. I wish it were sooner.”Fifty-two hours later, on my way to meet Rick at my designated spot, my pussy was already wet thinking about getting my hands and mouth on his cock and ripped body again. He was already there, leaning. My pussy instantly became wet with anticipation, completely by reflex, as I knew the fun was about to start already. Then Aljeandro came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. He picked me up before dropping me onto the bed. I giggled to myself as I loved his forceful and masculine ways while in the bedroom and his creativity and kinkiness was always a turn-on. He jumped onto the bed after the last of that thin fabric hiding his cock dissolved away and he laid on top of me. I would have. In the studio I was positioned in front of a backdrop, in the midst of a collection of lights and umbrellas and softboxes. Tina appeared before me, about eight feet away, and started firing instructions at me as assistants did last-minute things to my hair, and straightened out any wrinkles in my dress.Tina started shooting, posing me in various ways, getting me to look in one direction or another, smile or not smile, hands on my hips, hands in my hair, hands behind me, knees bent, one leg.