"Comfortable? This will take a few minutes.Chris never moved.I took a pencil from my jacket pocket and started, my fingers as always trying to hang on...to the pencil as it flicked across the pad. My pencil is not magic, it's just an ordinary artists pencil, it's just that when I sketch I always feel as if the pencil is controlled by my eyes, not my fingers, they are just along for the ride.I've never seen my face as I work, later Chris told me how I looked, even had me work in front of a mirror,. Even the thought of watching her tits bobbing up and down as she ran wasn't enough to persuade him to spend time on the cardio machines and standing there ogling her would only get him a slap if he was caught. Especially with the growing bulge in his shorts.The door to the changing room stood open and he hurried through before she could see him, dragging off his sweaty clothes and throwing them on the bench in disgust. He needed to get out more if the sight of a pair of bouncing boobies was. The first blow by Beth on her mother’s buttocks broke them apart temporarily. The surprise of the blow made Carol immediately throw her hands back to protect her butt. She was admonished for her actions and returned to hugging Mike.Mike was prepared for his first blow, then, but the pain brought back memories of his college frat initiations, and he muttered an oath. The next five were delivered with equal intensity by both Beth and Greg. They weren’t missing this opportunity to return all. Can we go over these reports before I leave?" I don't have anything scheduled until 3," I replied."Excellent!" And gave me a creepy smile. I was in such a great moodfrom last night, and this morning, that I didn't think much about it.We spent the next forty five minutes going over various reports. Barryhad moved so that he had a good view of my legs and down by blouse, but Ireally didn't care. He could be as lecherous as he wanted, but I knewthat Matt was there for me, so I kept letting him.