’ Dylan retrieved a decanter of brandy from the side board and poured a hefty glass. ‘Has she come down yet?’ Dylan assumed that her anger was a...show for him, and figured she’d be down to meet the staff after he left. He’d already told them about his intentions so they could prepare for their new mistress. He also assumed that she’d want to spend the day touring the house and meeting the staff. Maxwell cleared his throat, ‘Well, she came down shortly after you left and spoke to, um Cook.’ Dylan. Last shehad what looked to be 4" high heels.This bitch seemed to be more beautifulin real life then on tv anditShowed by the bulge i had in my pants. Fuck I wanted more so i sat and waited for Sandra to pick her handbag up and head out the door of the cafe.Sandra was in a mind of her own asshe would stop now and then to look atsomething in a shop window. It didn?t worry me as ihad front row ticketsto this goddess in front of me, and ididn?t mind watching as it would be one of her last days of. I didn't want to push her, but I did want to see her in the light. I had imagined what was under her clothing for all those years. I wasn't expecting perfection. She had started losing weight and exercising in an attempt to save her marriage, to look better for her cheating husband. I thought she looked good before then, and that some of the weight loss was from stress, because she did look unhappy and haggard for a while. But she was down two dress sizes and feeling better. She had inspired me. Her breasts seemed larger than life while her chest was heaving and her heart was pounding. No bra could hide the stiffness of her nipples right now, and it couldn't. Jennifer grabbed her blouse in her fingers, and slowly and carefully pulled it out of her skirt. She then slowly unbuttoned the blouse from bottom to top as nothing could be heard in the room but her heavy breathing.The last button was undone and the clothing hung loose. The midsection of her white bra was visible as well as the.