I asked her about her address and fed that into the GPS.We did not talk much on the way as I was trying to concentrate on the driving and she was smil...ng the whole journey. I forgot to mention that she was wearing a short black formal dress which was nicely showing off her toned legs, and the show was giving me tingles down my underwear.We reached her home in 20 minutes and as a good gesture I asked if she will be able to walk to her apartment or need my assistance. She said that her husband is. One look inside made up for the whole morning.I recognized the scene immediately. It was a photograph of Cynthia, though no identifying features were visible. I had just let her hair down and was massaging her foot. The composition of the shot was very simple, but exquisitely done. Often simple work is the hardest to get right, and this was well up in the ranks of professional quality. The framing was perfect, in spite of the standard 8" x 10" size. Her muscle tension was clearly apparent, but. "Beat my fuckin' tits" she said to me "Beat them hard" she added as she positioned herself facing me. I was totally ready to comply and across her tits I began to slap at them, sending those beautiful full tits swaying back and forth with each blow as Edna moaned out in sheer pleasure. "Punch them" she cried aloud "Punch my fuckin' tits harder" she begged and I drew my fist up and started punching her hard. Bob had meanwhile pulled Carmen over to one side, rose up off the sofa and pulling. She did, hitting the ‘four-minute’ button, winking at me. It was supposed to have been two minutes.My attention went back to Karen and Nate, Nate just gently running his fingers up and down the inside of her pussy lips, Karen groaning loudly, facing us so we could see, the same view as she was giving us last Saturday when I was doing the same to her. But that was only a few seconds, and it was me, not a guy we’d just met. We hadn’t had any ‘mood brownies’, either.I was watching Nate’s fingers.