Nervous now Sally fiddles with her coat buttons, almost jumping at every noise, when her drink arrives she almost downs it in one go and asks for anot...er. Glancing round the bar she doesn’t see anyone that looks like they’re watching her, as she looks at the table in the booth Sally notices an envelope sticking up from between the cushions opposite, right where the woman had sat. Trembling Sally reaches over and pulls it out, again looking round to see if anyone noticed or was watching, the. She was a woman strong in her beliefs, it was the way she had been raised. She and her family had owned slaves but not in the way most would think. They were free men and woman, not traditionally owned. They worked for them, earning pay that they could save or spend however they saw fit. Her parents even helped a few to escape. It was mostly the belief that the south should become its own country that she was raised with. There was such pride within her to never let go of such beliefs. It was. Nevertheless, she arrived a day before she had to join her office. I was astonished by her looks. Though hailing from a humble background in her home town, she had all it takes for a chick. Well dressed and exposing enough.She had worn a sleeveless salwar and tights underneath revealing her thighs and legs shape. She flaunted them with perfection. She was not fat nor too slim, just about right. With average-sized boobs hanging from the salwar and her ass revealed through her leggings shaping.. "She looked at me for a moment with her mouth open, then looked over at the two men in the water."I know you want to," I teased. "Come on, show them what a hot wife looks like."She smiled and stood up. The two men stared as she pulled the shirt over her head and revealed the large and still-perky breasts that were hidden underneath. She slowly undid her pants and wiggled them over her curvy hips, pulling her panties off at the same time. We slipped into the water together and swam for a few.