Heather said they needed money now and I agreed to wire her two hundred and fifty dollars, to be followed by five hundred per week over the next three...weeks. "You can expect the last two hundred and fifty after I know you've gotten home in time to celebrate your son's fourth birthday." Why can't you send the two thousand you promised, Sammy? Don't you trust me?" she asked, sounding dead serious.I verified the address she'd given me, told her she could expect the two hundred and fifty dollars to. She had this one top she wanted me to try on. I was trying not to be weird about it, but she was obviously reading something. She laughed as if she was trying to make me feel comfortable, then came over behind me and said, "Here, I'll just hold it up to you and you can see if you think it will fit."Sitting behind me, she d****d the top across my front, holding it against my breasts to check the neckline. Her warm hands pressing against my boobs made me breathless."You like it?" She asked. "It. She was not the least bit interested in pleasing him, but had become painfully aware of what disappointing him could bring. So she bathed, then wiggled into the outfit and padded into the kitchen to fix his dinner, her full mounds bouncing and jiggling as she moved about the kitchen.She met him at the door with the usual pleadings for sex, how hot she was for him and how much she wanted him inside her. Every few days he would alter her lines somewhat to keep them from sounding too routine. He. " Chief, quieten down, you'll have us arrested," Kimi warned."Spartakist League, I've become a member," The Chief raved on. "Long live the working class!" Chief!"By now there were howls of protest from the other patrons, things were getting out of hand. Kimi grabbed the old man and steered him towards the door."Get out of here you old fool," someone yelled."You won't call me a fool when the red flag is flying over the fleet," was the Chief's parting shot, to gales of laughter.As they staggered.