2nd HAND DRESS
It was one of those local bring and buy internet pages that his daft wife loved. With the allowance Rufus gave her, Rebecca could pretty much buy anything she wanted from anywhere, but she insisted on buying second hand tat. This time it was a dress and, looking over her shoulder, he could see it was a flattering sort of garment, if a bit cheap. She was browsing a photo of the girl who was presumably selling it, modelling it herself. Or at least her torso, as the shot cut her off at the neck and knees. Rufus got an instant boner for some reason! He was ridiculously impulsive for such a successful businessman but his c**k was even more so.
“Any more pictures?” He made the question sound innocent but his shrewd twenty-six-year-old wife knew exactly where the question was hea
