Spa

If the garage has had a break in that can wait, it's finished. The disturbance could still be going on at the spa, that's the place to go first.

You grab the seat belt and pull it round over your large ample breasts. They're barely being held in by your cotton white shirt. The standard uniform doesn't work for everyone you think to yourself.

You plug in the belt, turn the key and start driving towards the high street.

You pull up at the lights, left for the garage right for the spa.

Definitely right you think to yourself, maybe they'll chuck in a free massage if you help them. You could do with a massage you think. Any kind of contact to be honest it's been a month since you had any action. All you have to keep you company of an evening is your tabby cat Mr Tiddles.

The lights go green and you turn right heading for the direction of the spa.