Her boobs were going up and down while she was walking towards me as if men needed an additional invitation to look at them. Certainly, I didn’t nee... any invitation to stare at her bouncing big boobs. It’s not a good manner to stare at someone’s boobs for a long time irrespective of how good they look and how much the person exposed it. So I panned my view towards her face. She was a sight to sore eyes.Her face was round, with thick natural straight hair-not parlour straight, pulled her hair. He's standing by the couch talking to you both as you sip your beers from the bottles. And his cock protrudes noticeably in his briefs. He's done this quite a bit.He offers up a suggestion. Might you both undress to get comfortable for the reason why you came. He says it with a smile and a practiced tone. Just down to underwear like him. You both chuckle. She stands and undresses dr****g her clothes neatly over the back of a kitchen chair. You do the same. His eyes never leave Karen as he. "What do you mean?" You know, ten minutes later and we might have been in the sack."I knew I had made a mistake when the light flicked on. She was staring at me, aghast. "That's not what I had in mind to happen. You know that," she said, sounding hurt.The light was a big help. I pulled up the shorts and sat down to put on my running shoes. "I know. I shouldn't have said that." Where are you going?"I tied one of my shoes and looked up at her. "I may as will go out for a run. I can't sleep." None. Rain helped… a bit.She forced herself to walk a little faster today, for she was meeting someone. Visiting the apartment of a stranger you met online was universally known as a bad idea, but if some college dropout ghost-chaser had a sliver of a chance to help, getting kidnapped was an acceptable risk. Hell, being a chained-up sex slave eating from a dog bowl might improve her current situation. If he could help. It was harder and harder to hope after each dumbfounded doctor and spiritualist.