By any standard, that was a generous package. She even got to keep her company car.After decorating the home and trawling the local shops and markets,...she needed a challenge, and decided to open a shop. Her experience was wide within women's fashions, so that was the obvious choice.Premises were found, (needing some refurbishment !) and over dinner one evening, the four of us decided on a name.So "pourquoi non" was born. (to the non French speakers among us that means "why not")The mission. History && window.history.pushState ) { $( window ).on( 'popstate', function () { var hashLocation = location.hash; var hashSplit = hashLocation.split( "#!/" ); var hashName = hashSplit[ 1 ]; if ( hashName !== '' ) { var hash = window.location.hash; if ( hash === '' ) { $( '#swipebox-close' ).click(); } } } ); window.history.pushState( 'forward', null, './#gallery'. I caress her cute little face and lift it and kiss her forehead. "What should I wear?" I say as she looks into my crimson eyes then I throw her head to the side. So I walk back over to the closet and begin digging through it and find one of my personal favorites and pull out the pile of leather. I pull on the black corset and tighten it, causing my breasts to get pushed up and even more together. Then, I put on the black thigh-highs and attach them to the garter. Then I pull on the leather. Simon had not said what time he would be arriving but Elizabeth was made up and dressed up early, a bit nervous, and very excited.Well into the evening her doorbell rang and the handsome hunk was on her doorstep."Mmmmm I didn't think I would see you again," she said as they kissed."Well you are a great fuck Liz," was the possibly not too flattering reply.She eagerly got his cock out of his trousers and was stroking it lovingly as he undid and removed her blouse.He had her bra off and was.