I laid there wondering whose beautiful moan that was. They were all attractive in some way, but I was sort of hoping it was the chubby girl. I called ...er “The chubby girl” because I did not know her name. She was not fat. She had a few extra pounds on her, but they were in all the right places. She had a really cute smile, long brown hair and nice curves. I had seen her over the summer out in the yard planting vegetables, wearing tight shorts and shirt that definitely showed some cleavage. For. Not what I wanted. I wanted something altogether younger.I leaned in the window, giving him a close up view of my breasts, as the bra struggled to contain them.“Look honey, I’ve got a booking, but maybe later, yeah! I purred.He pulled away. Happy with my “look” I entered the lions den. A stripper at the bar went through her routine. The club was half empty, no one gave me a second glance. As far as they were concerned I was exactly as I seemed. A whore, just another whore. No one would. I told salesman to show some sexy hot womens dress and on seeing rittu in her chura he gussesed we have just got married and then he took to a counter showing long western dresses and then I took him to a corner and said to show only dress where her assests can be exposed.The salesman understood my taste and then he bougt some hot miniskirt and jackets.I liked that dress and told rittu to try it on and rittu toook that skirt and jacket and went to the trial room and when she came out she was. I had only gone a few feet when I realized that I couldn't get as flat to the floor as I wanted. There was a gap in my contact with the floor caused by two significant parts of my anatomy.I carefully rolled over on my back and slowly backstroked my way out to the end of the nearest row of cases. I got there just as the guy with the shotgun did. I lay motionless on the floor on the backside of the display case as he turned and walked back the other way.As soon as I heard his retreating.