One day,she flaunts her particularly excellent breasts at the wrong guy and pays the price big time!Sarah walked to work that beautiful summer morning just as she did every morning.Sarah continued to reflect on the fact that she always dressed to please; both herself and her admirers; and yet her husband Pete constantly complained that she had a very low libido, and wished dearly that her sexuality would match her looks. Sure, she enjoyed the sex she allowed Pete a couple of times a week if he was lucky, but she could take it or leave it, and was at a loss to understand why he always wanted more from her.It had been quite a problem in the early years, but Pete had grown into acceptance now, contenting himself with the fact that he had a beautiful wife, who loved him very much.He had one of the brothers follow her to work the second time he had noticed her.He was pleased to learn that the street caf afforded an ideal surveillance position for him to occupy as he planned his operation.He had been there a few mornings just recently, and always the shades made it impossible to be sure Winston watched Sarah very carefully as she undulated past. Winston had made a point of finding out everything he could about Sarah since the first time she had flaunted that beautiful chest at him so disrespectfully.
Nor did Pete notice him as he clocked his journey to work one morning, and more importantly back home that evening, where he stopped at the same bar every evening for an hour Winston was especially excited this morning though-he felt a knot of anticipation in his muscular stomach as he watched Sarah disappear into her insurance building.
She had been a little confused when her boss had denied ordering any stationery, but had quickly dismissed the incident as trivial.s branch of the First National bank and make the deposit.
With luck, the busy cashier would have no reason to notice that the signature was of one of their lady customers, not of the large rastsa who was presenting the payment, and the dirty money would be in Pete and Sarah Later that day, Winston walked into the bar that Pete used every evening on his way home from work.
She hoped they enjoyed the view of her rear as much, as she ever so slightly wiggled her pert ass under her silk summerweight dress, hoping she hadnt overdone it and seemed flirty.
She loved the flimsiness of summer clothes, but not for the first time thought that her watchers would have enjoyed the view that much more in the winter, when she wore sheer stockings under her tight business suit, as she always did.
He was dressed to blend in, so was barely recognisable as the sharp suited cool brother from the street caf who treated bling as if it was tastefully designed with him in mind .