Dan was 32 & only three weeks out of an eighteen month sentence for fraud but he had landed a job as an odd job man, only temporary he knew. He was 6' tall 175 pounds & had kept himself fit by working out regularly in the prison gym.
The very first time he laid eyes on her he could tell that all was not well between the couple. He was cleaning the pool of leaves when she sauntered onto the patio and sank into one of the reclining chairs. The ankle length robe was slashed to the hip and when she sat it fell away from her long shapely legs revealing an expanse of creamy thigh. Wrap around sunglasses shielded her eyes from the sun but Dan could feel her eyes on him, checking him out. He couldn't help but stare, she had an exquisite hourglass figure and the robe was strapless and low cut allowing her breasts to quiver as she walked.
"Cover yourself up girl , the hired help is ogling you like a tart and lose those sunglasses you ain't no fuckin' celeb" Thomas Dawson 111's voice cracked across the patio.
With a faint sigh she got up and walked back inside, no doubt to change as she had been instructed. As she went she removed the offending sunglasses, Dan couldn't help but notice the dark bruise under her eye. Continuing to clean the leaves out he thought
"It ain't none of my business but I sure wouldn't mind a crack at bedding her"
The very first time he laid eyes on her he could tell that all was not well between the couple. He was cleaning the pool of leaves when she sauntered onto the patio and sank into one of the reclining chairs. The ankle length robe was slashed to the hip and when she sat it fell away from her long shapely legs revealing an expanse of creamy thigh. Wrap around sunglasses shielded her eyes from the sun but Dan could feel her eyes on him, checking him out. He couldn't help but stare, she had an exquisite hourglass figure and the robe was strapless and low cut allowing her breasts to quiver as she walked.
"Cover yourself up girl , the hired help is ogling you like a tart and lose those sunglasses you ain't no fuckin' celeb" Thomas Dawson 111's voice cracked across the patio.
With a faint sigh she got up and walked back inside, no doubt to change as she had been instructed. As she went she removed the offending sunglasses, Dan couldn't help but notice the dark bruise under her eye. Continuing to clean the leaves out he thought
"It ain't none of my business but I sure wouldn't mind a crack at bedding her"
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