The beach cover-up was like a short robe with a zippered front and an elastic waist, and a small hood which was hanging down her back. It was very snu..., molding itself to her body and very short, barely covering her rear, and if Georgia hadn’t been crossing her legs, Pierre’s physical reaction would have been embarrassing in the extreme. She gave him a slightly perplexed look. “Well, actually, it’s kind of late for breakfast, isn’t it?”He glanced at the wall clock. “Ten-thirty, just in time for. While her coloring was different, her figure actually reminded me of a younger Lois.I came in, ignoring her drama, walked past her clique, and sat at my desk, failing to admire her, which she construed as a putdown. “Faggot”, she called at me.She seemed surprised, however, when I responded, “Slut”. The guys around her bristled, but she waved them to silence. I laughed. “Do you really think you intimidate me, Arlene? Tit power, maybe?”“Hell, my tits are bigger and shapelier than your cock. I was so fucking turned on that I gave him the go ahead.Well to cut a long story short, this guy also displayed my wife's pics, and he told me that he was going to get some of his friends to post her as well. Obviously I'd been set up - probably by my friend who first displayed the pics. I didn't care, I was so incredibly horny about the whole thing that I let it all happen, and in no time there were five guys with my wife pics displayed in galleries.Whether these guys went out of their way to. ’ He was still smiling, and it sent a shiver through her stomach. The sales assistant cleared her throat and pushed a gift box onto the counter. ‘Your cookies are ready, Miss Stewart.’ Glad of the excuse to look away from Rupert’s icy smile, she fished in her purse for her credit card. ‘Thank you.’ Rupert was standing so close behind her that she could feel his breath on her ear. ‘Enjoy your cookies,’ he whispered. ‘That old fool you work for, he can’t see a good deal when he’s got one. This is.