Instead I just opened the closet where the one dressbag was hanging, grabbed it, and the small box with a handle that wouldbe my shoes and headed to m...et the Pack so we could get me ready to bemarried.I know Brad was supposed to meet the groomsmen at the same time I wasmeeting the Pack. I stepped inside and hung the bag up. And we allstarted hugging and then my phone started blowing up. Six rapid textsfrom Brad saying that he got my dress and he needed to send someone overto get his tux. I. We discussed the assignment; although there were some details I was not totally comfortable with, I put my personal feelings and likes/dislikes aside as soon as he put half the cash in my hand. I am not going to explain the details of the assignment before I describe how I carried out the assignment. I think the gist of the assignment will become apparent as I relate the details.The assignment was aimed at an insanely jealous, insecure man whose wife runs his transportation corporation from his. I'm hella tall 6ft3 to be exact, athletic body, dark hair; undercut with a naturally styled quiff (like David Beckhams hair), Jaw bone defined and hipster styled glasses. I was inbetween a nerd and a jock. I studied Engineering, my grades were nearly all A's & B's, and was in the colleges Football (soccer) team, badminton team, American Football team and basketball team. Anywho it was my final year and things started piling up on me. College, my part time job, my parents arguing every single. Mostly because of school and friends. I saw John as a pervert, he was always touching mom and me, and I could hear him fucking her every night. My boobs had just begun to develop, and I would catch him staring at them or my ass all the time. He would come up behind me and hold my waist, as he would grind his erection in my ass. I was so ashamed of his behavior, and couldn't believe mom let him do all this. By the time I was 12, I was a 32C bra size, and John said I looked just like my mom. I.