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The Naive Wife Boudoir Turned Model

... right! Damn, that's a beautiful car. How about something with black highlights to make the yellow pop? How about with Amy in something black? We could put it on metal, or a black matte frame? It would look great on the side wall by the bar wall."

Amy leaned back, feeling out of the conversation, but enjoying Robert's fingers too much to excuse herself. Feeling his finger suddenly penetrate her made her gasp, sitting up straight, pretending a cough as Jerry looked at her. With her hand over her chest, asked, 'What's an Enzo?"

Robert left her pussy, turned to face her, put his finger between his lips as if he was biting his nail, and said, "It's a Ferrari. What do you think? A slim black dress?" looking at Amy's body with lust.

"Oh yes. Absolutely a dress. Sophisticated but sexy."

"You have a Ferrari?" she asked genuinely curious.

Robert smiled, and Jerry chuckled, "He has several, honey. He has a garage to die for."

"Thanks, Jerry," turning to Amy. Looking into her eyes, "I do. We should do the pictures at the garage, or I could put it on the patio. And what do you think about that?" looking for Amy's reaction.

"I would love to. I've never been in or on a Ferrari," she giggled, blushing.

"Great, let's put that on the calendar Jerry. Amy, how about we go shopping for that black dress?"

"Really? Like now?" she asked, blushing more, her heart racing.

"Yeah, why not. You have time today before getting the boys from school?"

"Um, well, yeah. I ...

... guess so," she agreed. "God, anything to be around him more," she thought.

"Great! Jerry, see you Tuesday for the next shoot. Let's go find that black dress for you," he said, looking down at Amy as he stood.

When they got onto the freeway toward Los Angeles, Amy got the courage to ask where they were going.

As he cruised into the fast lane, he looked over at her, "God you are beautiful! There are a couple of boutiques I know in downtown LA that may have what we are looking for. And if not, will be fun to look, right?"

She blushed, lowered her head, and crossed her strong legs in her short skirt in the small car. "Thank you," she managed to get out of her lips. "I have to tell you, I never wear dresses. I haven't worn a dress in years."

"With these legs," reaching over to caress the top of her exposed thigh, "you will look gorgeous in anything. This was just an excuse to have you to myself for a few hours,"

"Oh my god, you are bad!" she giggled. "A good bad kind of way though," uncrossing her legs, craving his attention and touch.

"I might be a little naughty. I can't help it around you. And thank you for the second selfie this morning. That was cute!"

"Oh my god!" putting her hands over her face in embarrassment. "I don't know why I did that! I just did it without thinking."

"I am glad you did! Proves to me you are bare under this little skirt," pushing her skirt up her thighs as he took a peak at her bareness.

"You told me to slide them off," ...