Enjoy! *All characters in this story are 18 years or older* PREVIOUS — Prologue CHAPTER 1 Rachel sighed as she adjusted the top on her bathing suit ...nd stared pensively at her reflection in the mirror. She squinted uncomfortably, her gaze running all over the unusually pale complexion of the girl looking back at her. She tanned very easily, and normally by the time mid-June rolled around, her skin had a nice even glow to it. But currently, this wasn’t the case. She smirked as her eyes ran down. I was happy with what Wolfgang was buying.The only one that I didn't care for was a drawing of another nude, by Wesley Bellows. He was a well-known artist, but the reason why he was so well known was for his best works, which were those he did in color and his sports scenes. This was a drawing titled, 'Nude Study, a Classic on a Couch'. He got it for forty-five thousand. I just thought that her legs belonged on an NFL linebacker. After looking it over, I thought that it would be the perfect. She is fat, and has big boobs, with a big fat tummy and a lovely aroma. I got very much attracted towards her milk tank that touched my elbow repeatedly.At times, she always wear loose nighties and lace robes when at home and while serving the food I got a glimpse of the cleavage but never had any bad intentions. She has a wheatish complexion and a bulky figure (no idea about the sizes). Although the frequent touches kept my adrenaline rushing, I was scared to go any further. I had a nap and. I had carelessly crossed the point of no return, and I tried to take back that one little mistake, but it was too late; my pleas only acted to heighten my husband's arousal, the bulge in his dress pants becoming more noticeable as I screamed into the bright red gag. I would have to live the consequences, no matter what they would be. I screamed louder into the gag. "Mmmrrrrrrrrrrffffffff!", but my husband just looked at me and smiled. "I guess I should get into character as.