Next was a towel. It was stolen from the Newcastle Hotel. Waite had seen that hotel in his travels and figured he should see if Jacob Johnson had a ro...m there. Anything found in the room belonged to Waite, too. Bundles of money were under the towel. They were US notes, not ones from a private bank. They were 'good as gold', but Waite would take them to the Wells Fargo bank anyway.Encouraged by the find in the one pouch, Waite spun the bags around and opened the other bag. A shirt was crumpled. The tightness of the fit really enhanced by breasts and, althoughmy waist is not looking how I would like it, the dress helped to give mea little more of an hourglass figure."You really do have good taste. That dress looks amazing on you. Wouldyou like to walk out and show your boyfriend?" I did blush a little, but said that I really want him to see it.I walked out to the area in front of the fitting room where Ken lookedup and, smiling, said "That's definitely the one. Do you like it?". “But it’s not in my interest for you to do stuff you’re not comfortable with.”The combination of flattery and solicitude seemed to work. “And I suppose you want me to… show… now?”“No-one’s gonna hire you if they haven’t seen the goods, Love,” Ben said.He could see that his luck was in. Gina kept him on tenterhooks for about fifteen seconds, then she said, “OK!” and stood up.She pulled the top over her head with astonishing speed, but then she was like that, Gina, once she’d made up her mind. It. She spit on the head of my cock and rubbed it around making it wet and slippery then guided it between her luscious tits. She squeezed them tightly around my cock as I pushed against her, giving me a fantastic titty fuck.After several minutes I took her by the arms and lifted her up from her knees so I could get her shorts off. My eyes opened wide as I slid them down revealing a beautiful well groomed bush of dark curly hair leading down to her puffy pussy mound. Her pussy lips were pink and.