"I will check it out before I pay the balance then". I reach down and open the box, the woman in the store crane to see what is inside,as I open the w...apping My new prize is before Mine and the cashiers eyes. I hear her gasp as her eyes travel back and forth on its length.Three feet long with wide leather straps ,thirty in all thick with a mother of pearl handle and a plate engraved and inbedded in the handle of silver Midnyte. I see the cashier's eyes as she looks upon it and can see the. “ Your legs….are beautiful, but damn….that leather” I discovered he had a thing for leather. My mind raced at his growl, speculating to ride his face until he became breathless and ready to admit to any type of penetration possible. I snapped out of it. “Thank you, I guess it’s alright…but my ass…” “Is beautiful..” he snapped. A smile flushed over my face. I scanned his body from the corner of my eye, finding the lump of his cock show through his pants as he looked away to reach for his. Then she looked away.“It looks lonely, don’t you think?” I asked.“What do you mean?”“Her breast – I think it’s missing its friend.” I stood up, suddenly quite turned-on by the idea of exposing my wife’s breasts. Don’t ask me why – perhaps it was the place, the moment, the day’s sun and alcohol. The fact that Cee, another woman, an older step-sister, was there fueled my actions.“What are you doing?” Cee asked, managing to sit upright on her chair without sloshing her glass of wine. She uncrossed. She requested ‘most humbly’ that I might consider offering the young woman a junior upon my staff. Given that the redoubtable Miss F was not given to humour of the more ribald type, I took this to mean that she wanted me to employ this young woman. As I have already mentioned, I was not at that time precisely flooded with work, but now that Miss F has mentioned this possibility (she would never have lowered herself to write anything as demeaning as an outright request), I took to consideration.