"Yes, um….thank you. I had not expected you to …. well, you know…," she stammered as a small smile appeared on her face."Oh, I am sorry. I guess...I should have asked before I groped you like that pulling the burrs off," I smiled wider and continued, "Um, did you like it?" She nodded 'Yes' but did not say a word."No one has really ever touched my breasts before," she quietly spoke. "Well, except on the bus on time." On the bus, my god, how did that come about?" I asked inquisitively and waited. His shorts were loser and I could release his dick easier. That first touch of his throbbing dick felt great. We continued to look at the pictures and stroke each other’s cocks. He leaned toward me and I knew he wanted to kiss me. I didn’t think I would like it, But I closed my eyes and imagined it was a girl I was kissing. We continued to stroke each other when he motioned me to stand up in front of him. I stood up and let my jeans fall to my ankles. I somehow managed to remove my sneakers as. She woke up after a night tied to the coffee table commenting to us that she experienced the strangest dance in her life, pleasure was beyond any fantasies she had ever imagined only to go home to her hubby and leave him tied every day for the last two weeks. The wife and I invited her to visit after her hubby called asking us to tire her again, we were informed that while he was pounding her she asked him to grab several candles to drip on her body. She jerked and thrashed seeming to have. There was no doubt that he cared about each and every one of them ... Galena laughed to herself. Harry was the 'Mommy' and Karen was the 'Daddy' of the business ... a realization that, upon reflection, didn't surprise her at all.It was an odd relationship; one Galena couldn't interpret through her new 'dominance/submission' filter. That didn't worry her too much, though ... what worried her more was making sure she did a good job checking the photo proofs she'd been assigned. And she realized.