PAYING HUSBAND’S MAFIA DEBT – PT 1
It was a normal Saturday afternoon. My husband was in his study and I was doing laundry. I was in my usual weekend run-around clothes, so I was wearing a loose tank top, no bra, and running shorts. I’m a curvy woman, with 37EE tits, a medium waist, and a shapely butt. So when I run around the house on weekends, my boobs bounce and jiggle as I move through the house doing housework, cooking, etc. Today was no different. Around noon, the doorbell rang. When I opened the door, there were two very rough looking men there. One was medium height, and seemed to have the presence of a “man in charge”; the other was a bigger, stoic man, who appeared to be a protector of some sort. I got the immediate impression that …