I'd never heard of the studio, but I was definitely looking forward to pounding some tight bunghole. I had screwed a couple of ex-girlfriends in the b...tt. I never understood how those cuties could handle my cock getting shoved up their tight backdoors, but I sure as hell had enjoyed it. They couldn't walk right for a week afterwards and I never got a chance for a second round with any of them. But these FudgePacker girls would be pros.The studio turned out to be a room over a garage in a kinda. All their clothing went into the washer along with hers. It was a small load, so she set the washer accordingly.The sight of their beautiful and naked mother had the anticipated effect on the two young men. Both of their cocks slowly but surely filled with blood, to point directly at her. Jessica pushed the button on the washer, starting the cycle, then stepped closer to them. Her hands went to their crotches, to stroke their erections pleasantly. Standing on her toes, she kissed them quickly. After lunch, he would take a similar walk-about, but vary his route, memorizing the placement of various restricted areas and trying to calculate how large they were, based on the outside dimensions. He knew that his estimates were probably far from accurate, but it allowed him to add more areas to his mental map.When he returned to his room and was, as always, locked securely in his well-appointed cell, he would exercise. He had devised a routine that would allow him to work out one particular. I didnt hear from her and though I should just let it go but fate got into the game.I at the beach surfing the next morning and her comes Christy, she runs up to me and says hi puts her arm around my neck and gives me a ball wrenching kiss and I hard instantly.She says she is feeling much better and asks I fI want to go out with her that evening to a local club, of course my answer was yes still hoping for the pay day.That night I pick her up in my fathers Cadillac and here comment was wow you.