It was on our last lunch together; I had arranged a little deli-picnic for us in the park. It was spring, and Addie wore a light-weight coat to the pa...k, but as she prepared to sit down she removed it and I saw she had worn a white sweater and more importantly, had removed the bra she'd had on earlier that morning. Her darkened areola was quite visible under the thin cotton sweater. It was as if after all our meetings she had decided to reveal her breasts to me before getting married.She. Whether she wanted to be there or not, the appointment had been made, and she was not one to be late. The footman opened the door with a graceful flourish borne from years of practice in the high-end service industry and ushered her into an opulent front lobby which she imagined would more likely be found in the Plaza than a spa. The immaculately dressed receptionist looked up from behind her desk and smiled warmly. “You must be Mrs. Lydia Jones. Olivia has told me your room is being prepared. “You know to use it if it gets too intense, because it will be very intense, I nodded, good girl” He then blindfolded me.“She’s ready for us” Dave shouted through, “looking hot and her cunt is dripping wet, I’ve barely touched her yet. I make women cum hard don’t I Anna babe,” “mmmm multiorgasmic”. Dave pressed another button and the chair tilted back. He positioned his big 8 inch cock and pushed it into her, “fuck she’s tight.” I came up behind her, pushed another button and the seat dropped. I grew up a tomboy and played sports with my brothers and their friends.There were no special allowances made for me being a girl.This meant there was a lot of contact, touching and grabbing going on.I came of age being use to being touched by guys. Most times incidentally during the game and a few times not so innocently, but my brothers put a quick stop to it if they thought it was intentional and not just in the course of play.Fast forward a few years and there’s the guy (from the first.