She quickly texted Sean back, Don't be late. This not a game! They are threatening to "out" us in the media.You sure know how to ruin a good piece of ...ss Heather. Let me send this dumb chick home. Fuck, I can't remember her name. Doesn't matter she's getting an Uber. I'll see you at 7.o0oMorning came quickly - Bob, however, did not! Heather's entire body ached. He really did a number on her last night. He had pulled out all the bells and whistles and pushed every button she wanted to be pushed. She wore the vest top without the requisite turtleneck sweater underneath, plus she left the top three buttons undone. Her D-cup breasts put a tremendous strain on the remaining two. The vest was spread so wide that her nipples were barely covered. Once when she was dancing a whole tit popped out. The skirt wasn't much better. Her husband, Rick had her shorten the pleated little number by five inches. Instead of being mid-thigh it just covered her pussy. He had wanted her to go to the party. Stern right in front of me only down on all fours and she was dressed up in a Tiger outfit that even had whiskers and a long black and yellow tail that was long enough to tie somebody's hands together. She had glued long claws on the ends of her fingers and they were painted black with little flecks of silver. The tiger costume was open in the crotch and her black bush was showing like a magnet for my eager erection.I stood over her like a conquering hero and lifted her tail like I had just. As I went out the door I heard a shout, "Stop police." I looked to my right to see a man in a ski mask carrying a ladies purse running my way with a security guard in chase. I moved like I was going to back out of the way but instead executed a soccer kick at his knees as he got close enough to make contact. He was laying face down on the sidewalk when the security guard cuffed him.I looked at the security guard and said, "I think he tripped on something." The guard replied, "That works for.