My name is Winnie Miller. Recently, my company required frequent business trips, so I decided to get a driver's license.It just so happened that my husband's friend, Logan Reeves, was a driving instructor. He said he wouldn't charge me for lessons.On the day of practice, my husband, Daniel Miller, told me to dress nicely. After all, a wife’s appearance is often seen as a reflection of her husband.I thought about it for a moment and put on the tight, short skirt Daniel had bought for me. It hugged my curves closely, outlining my full, round hips. The fullness of my chest swayed as I walked, rippling like water.Daniel stared, his eyes practically glued to me as he praised me again and again. "Good, good, good! You look amazing in that. Logan is going to be so jealous."I shot him an annoyed look. "Aren't you worried some other man might set his sights on your wife?"After pulling on my stockings, I headed to the driving school.When I reached Logan's car, I bent down and knock
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