Except for occasionally calling Carrie over the intercom to bring him a gel or a lamp, the only three people allowed in the studio were the two models...and Brad. The next series involved the two standing on one foot with one arm outstretched in one direction and one leg out outstretched in the other. This was close enough to a ballet stance so that Mallory felt right at home. Eric had a little more trouble, but his athletic background enabled him to handle it before too much time. Things seemed. She spent some time making breakfast. As this was one of the few times where she could enjoy herself. She had a cheese omelet, with two slices of bacon, with a glass of milk, and then finish the meal with a glass of iced tea. She cleaned up the kitchen and made her way upstairs to her bedroom.She swept off her jogging clothes and threw them into the laundry basket. She then got into the shower and washed the sweat off of her body to prepare for the day’s work. She then washed her hair with a. One trucker showed particular interest, so Ida laid her seat back and spread her legs to show him her bush and her lips. Art liked to dip a finger into her twat afterward to measure her wetness. “You smell spicy already, Ida” he said, ”Have you been anticipating today’s activities”?“Yes, you know I have” she replied. “I always do.” After a morning of flashing, Ida was already feeling flushed. As they stopped for an early lunch, Art asked ”How about leaving your panties off while we eat? That. She stopped to examine the first few, but ‘I’m alive’ was all that was written upon them. A mile further into town, the signs changed, and now they had arrows added on to them, not that she really paid them any mind, they all directed her to remain on I-40. When she reached the dead center of the city, something new was added… this time the message told her to take the next off ramp. She gladly followed this direction to yet another billboard. This one had a much more detailed message: written.