Her outfit is simple and formal: black pants and a black button-up shirt, but with the top 3 buttons undone and a very nice push-up bra, her breasts w...re spilling from her shirt. Walking up to us with a smile on her face she greets us, “Hi there! My name’s Ashlyn and I am the manager of the store. It’s a slow day right now so I can help you pick out anything you’re after. Is there anything in particular you’re after?” distracted by her breasts, I respond with delay, “Uh, yes there is. My name’s. She had already turned a couple of tricks when the cash on hand would not stretch to cover the bills.Denise did not know what to do. Bill collectors were calling. The bank wanted the mortgage brought up to date. She needed to make a car payment. On leaving work for the day, she found a repo vehicle pulled up to her car. She ran forward a shouted at the attendant. She said she needed the car, he said he needed a payment to drop the vehicle back off of the tow bar. Denise was in tears, if she did. “I figure to sue the sonovabitch ex-brother of mine, he’s the other man in the picture, for alienation of affection.” My boss nodded gravely.“I see. Well, as for the time off, sure. How much time do you think you’ll be needing?” he said.“I figure a couple of weeks if that would be all right,” I said.“Okay, I can set that up for you. But as for Nathan, he doesn’t do domestic stuff. He’s pretty much committed to criminal law,” he said. “I’m pretty sure he could recommend someone for you though.. "All right, Betsy. House rules. This place has an alarm system. I always leave it on. You can't go out without deactivating it." She nodded as she watched me undress."Second rule. You'll do what you're told when you're told. You'll be responsible for cleaning and cooking. Can you cook?" Pretty well," she said."Glad to hear it," I replied. I removed my shirt and laid it across the counter."Why don't you start undressing?"She reddened and looked away. With leaden hands, she reached for the first.