" " What does it pay?"I could sense he liked the idea but not only because the money but also ofthe idea of having the chance to see the feminine wea...r at closer quarters.He was so like me in fact. I told him the figure Beverly had offered to payhim and also enquired what his name was. The money Beverly offered was verygenerous. He said he was called Josh and that the money was ok.We entered the boutique. Beverly was at the door and she smiled sweetly atus."Mrs. Guthrie, this is Josh, Josh. The radio promised a warm, not too humid day. After fixing her hair into a ponytail, putting on a tiny bit of makeup, she got dressed. She chose a pair of white shorts to mid thigh, a red and white cotton candy stripe top, a cotton sweater to carry along just in case the weatherman was wrong.She stood in front of a full length mirror examining all that she put on for any wrinkles or dirty smudges. Her final piece to make it perfect was a white baseball cap with a red C for Cubs and pushed her. " Thought Jenny.Sam leaned over to Jenny and whispered into her ear. Jenny turned white at his orders. She knew she had no alternative if she wanted to keep her husband out of jail.Her eyes teared up at the orders, but she felt she had no choice. Her ordeal of torment tonight continued to escalate and seemed like it would never end.Jenny would gladly have accepted a gang-rape on the center dining table rather than what she had been asked to do. She took several deep breaths and a gulp of wine. At the end of the afternoon, she had had her meeting with him. Like she was reading mine now, he had apparently read her mind over the previous few days. He was dressed in a very flattering shirt, and flattering tight trousers that hinted at, but did not quite reveal, the sexy package restrained within.Very quickly, she was leaning down on the table, ostensibly talking about financial statistics, but with her phenomenal breasts – and, to his amazement – the tops of her stunning nipples, visible.