The limo pulled up in front of the small suburban home that would soon be auctioned off, along with all the contents, and the happy memories it contained. As it came to a stop, the trunk lid silently rose up. Stepping out of the driver's door was a statuesque redhead in a chauffeur's cap and jacket. As she came around the front of the car to begin the walk down the cobbled path to the house, it could be seen that her outfit below the uniform jacket which strained to contain her massive breasts was far from standard for a chauffeur. Around her waist was a black leather micro-miniskirt. From the bottom edge of that, what were obviously the clips of a garter belt descended to attach to the black fencenet stockings which encased her long, toned legs all the way down to her feet, which were slipped into five-inch stiletto-heeled black pumps.
The sway to her walk was frankly sensual, in a way almost never seen in that suburban neighborhood, that seemed to scream, "I'm a horny slut! I won't object if you want to gangrape me on the spot!" As she reached the door, those who waited within could see that around her neck there was what appeared to be a black leather dog collar, complete with tag. With calm indifference, she reached out and rang the door bell. As the door eased open, she immediately said, "I'm here to take you to your uncle's. Put whatever you're taking with you in the trunk."
The sway to her walk was frankly sensual, in a way almost never seen in that suburban neighborhood, that seemed to scream, "I'm a horny slut! I won't object if you want to gangrape me on the spot!" As she reached the door, those who waited within could see that around her neck there was what appeared to be a black leather dog collar, complete with tag. With calm indifference, she reached out and rang the door bell. As the door eased open, she immediately said, "I'm here to take you to your uncle's. Put whatever you're taking with you in the trunk."