"As I followed Archibald Watford up several flights of stairs, I couldn't help admiring his neat, tight bottom moving suggestively inside his trousers... He was a dapper little man of about 40, who was always impeccably dressed and groomed. His shoes were always polished to a high shine and his pin-stripe trousers pressed to razor sharp creases. His grey silk tie and long-tail coat were perfectly tailored. I knew nothing more about him other than that he ran the London home of Sir Henry and Lady. Not bad for a first timer, don't you think?"I lifted her from her knees, speechless and drained. I held her tight in my arms, kissing her over and over, wondered what was next, realizing the world was our oyster.----------Simply put, Heather is a woman in love. Merely looking into her husband's blue eyes has always melted her. In all her life, she's never felt such an overwhelming physical attraction for a man. She's never felt the emotional connection they share either. From the day they met. I never saw them again. We found the wagon the next day when it became apparent that they had not returned from wherever they were going. We found the wagon at the farthest southern reach of our land, but no sign of either of them, not even footprints.It was a dark and stormy night several months later, when I was settling down in my favorite chair to read a story by a new author. The new, bigger house that my parents built after I had taken over the management of the farm and when they began. ”“Okay.”When I grabbed the fabric tape, I realized that I was still open, so, I said to her:“Wait here.”Then, I went back to the front door of the store, locked it, and turned the sign to ‘closed’ then, while I was on my way back to Terri, I spotted a black paddle and took it with me. When I got back into the backroom, I sat on the cot next to Terri, grabbed the tape and measured her. First, I measured her frame, it read 34, next, I measured her chest, it read 36, luckily, I grabbed two bras,.