Or she'd slip on a dress and nothing else and I'd pick her up from home.So one night on the way back from work I messaged her to do just that. By the ...ime I get home she's pretty much ready to go out. However she thinks we're going to meet Dave. I don't bother telling get otherwise. We chat as we drive and I put my hand under her dress and place a finger against her slit, rubbing her pussy lips. It barely phases het at all that someone might see in the car. However when I pull into the parking. Somehow Amber winds up next to me and every time I turn to say something to them, it seems her boobs have either grown or the shirt is getting a lower neckline, because all I see are perfect, round mounds of flesh! I turn to look away and try and get my act together when a mom and her son come and stand at the end of our row. Now it is dark in the room, and to be honest anything better than a three-legged hyena was going to catch my eye in the condition I was in, but this woman was fine! . ’ She told me, looking my way. Her fingers never stopped moving. ‘Damn!’ I mumbled as she went over to the files cabinet and pulled out another one I wanted. Then she smiled at me, sat back down and off she went again. I watched her fingers flash on that keyboard, amazing. I never saw anything like that in my life. A hour later one of my clients called, she put him through. He was mad as hell, we had shipped him an order and it wasn’t there yet. 2500 miles, it had been just two fucking days.. I saw them in the catalogue. Wow." She rummaged through the tiny suits and found two her size, one black and the other flowered. "Lend me some money?" she asked, looking up at him hopefully."Sure," he said digging out his wallet and handing her a twenty. He had made forty dollars cutting grass that week and two hundred fucking women but the two hundred wasn't taxable, just presents.Yolanda ducked back into the dressing area and Billy sat and waited. Then she popped out in the black suit and he.