"I'm sorry," Jenny replied, "but I really do respect my marriage vows." What about if I gave you a little present?" he persisted. "A couple ofthousan... pounds?"He was assured that no money would make any difference."I'll give you a million, what about that?" I'm afraid the answer would still be no for a billion Mr Fitz. Pleasedon't ask me any more." Why, are you rich yourself?"Jenny was getting very upset, thinking to himself about the money Fionawas putting into her account. He didn't like. Considering how Sandra and Eric were engaged, but not yet married, I suppose the boy wasn’t technically my sister’s stepson, though he would be if they tied the knot. Sort of the opposite of his bothersome dad, he was a shy kid of few words. His hair was some shade between blonde and brown, and it reached down to his eyebrows. His skin was pale and spotless. His wrists like brittle branches. Judging by his small stature, and noticeably skinny body, I would have guessed he was around twelve, but. After we were finished with our day’s worth of work, I offered to take my client out to dinner. We went to a little dive bar around the corner from the office, had a burger and a couple of drinks. I then her home. It was after mid-night we sat in the drive way and she seemed like she did not want to leave. I mentioned how I thought she had lost weight and she beamed up a bit and said yes, she had. Seeing her reaction I told her how much I enjoyed the opportunity to work with her and get to. It was 8 pm by now. Since there was nothing available Vinay asked me to come to his house. I thought for a while and agreed because waiting on roads is not so good.I had worn a chiffon top and leggings. Due to rains I was totally wet and my chiffon top had turned to transparent top and by bra was visible clearly and my leggings were also revealing my panty lines. Vinay was also wet. During our walk from railway station to his house (it was 15 minutes) I noticed him staring at my bra and by ass.