She was a rebel. Always tried to piss her parents off. Kendra didn’t live in the best neighborhood in the world; there were fights out in the street... almost everyday. Her father seemed more like a “stay at home” cop because he was always breaking up the fights. Kendra snuck over to her front door, opened it and snuck out. It was dark, out. There was only one street lamp that worked. She walked down her street. The sounds of sirens could be heard in the distance. There had been a few times where. They drove across town and pulled into the parking lot of the Radisson hotel. I parked half a dozen spaces away and watched them as they exited the car and entered the building. They walked close together with their arms around each other and I snapped another photo. It was obvious their affair had been going on for a long time they were so comfortable together, they looked for all the world like a loving married couple out for a date night.I waited until they were inside the hotel before I put. "Leave your socks on."Leanne sat up, and unclipped her bra, letting it fall forward before slipping it off her shoulders. Her tits were perfect, and her nipples begged for attention. She lay back and eased her knickers down to her knees, presenting an alluring sight, before kicking them off onto the floor. Still clothed in my trousers and t-shirt, I lay down next to her, leaning up on an elbow, and ran a hand over her warm stomach, wondering where to start my exploration of her body.What I. "Sir, can I help you?" she asked again."O-o-oh, yes, I need a suit for my wedding. N-n-no, that's not right. It's my brother that's getting married, but I have to have a black suit," he finally stuttered.Her giggle put him at ease as he followed her to a rack of expensive looking suits."I need it to fit just right and I was told that you do custom fitting," he said."We are the best at custom fitting. It will fit you perfectly when you leave the store. Just put your body in my hands, sir," she.