Mark finished his workday, his thoughts occasionally returning to the image that Trish had sent him... twice, he retrieved it and looked at it with a grin. "Such a naughty girl." he said to himself before going back to work.<br/><br/>When he got home, he undressed and took a quick shower, wondering how Trish might enjoy the fun that could be had in a shower... all of that soap running between her big tits and the crack of her ass. Thinking of her ass and how he had plundered it over the weekend, he got an erection and wondered if he could lure her out for a quick fuck. A woman's body was always better than a hand... he considered going out to find someone when his cell bleeped and he looked at the image and laughed softly. "I wonder if you send stuff like this to him." he mused as he strolled back into his bedroom naked and settled onto the bed. Surely she wouldn't send something like that if her husband was there... she really was being wasted, he thought.<br/><br/>He thought for a moment and tapped out on the keypad, "craving a hotdog Trish? ;)"<br/><br/>He sent it and laid back on the bed, wondering if she would respond, or if she would hold firm to waiting until he was out of town again.