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The Killer of A Woman - Season 1 - Episode 9
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Source: olaxali
"Madam Daniela, you still dey awake", he suddenly burst in saying.

I was quickly taken a back and had to lean a bit to know who it was only to see his face. He had just seen my nakedness too but was too embarrassed to react. Eventually, we both pretended we didn't know I was half-nude as we tried continuing with the conversation.
"Sorry o! I didn't know you were set for bed already"

"No problem Oga", I said, raising myself to sit on my mattress, doing little to cover my exposed fat boobs though. "You want me to do something for house?"

He chuckled a little and said no. "I just wan apologize for this morning. It was a mistake and I will be more careful next time"

I was confounded! I didn't know what to say at first given that I was the one who should be apologizing. I managed to speak eventually though. "Haba oga! It is not a problem o! I should be saying sorry sef! I should have known you had entered and informed you I was in there"

He hissed. But unlike what you would expect from him at that point, I found his eyes looking directly at my exposed boobs! How I had wished for this all along!!

"It is not a problem sir", I tried continuing, with an aim to keep his eyes there
"Ok oo. I will be going back up", he was already leaving. How I died just then! I wished I could just hold unto his hand and ask him to stay over the night! How I wished I could just tell him that I wanted him to fu-Ck me right then! That my boobs which he had been looking at, longed for him too! How I wished! But I couldn't.

"Oya goodnight na. I will see you tomorrow". He was gone but left me thinking. If he wasn't really interested in me, he wouldn't have ogled my boobs the much he did. All he needed was another chance. All I needed was to give it to him again! I was full of hope.




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My boobs heaved and danced as I dished out breakfast for Mr. Johnson, the next morning. I waited until everyone had left before I went in to do so. I was dressed to kill as expected! I had a very short black combat skirt and a red camisole top with very tiny hands. The neck line was so deep that I always had to return my nipples back into the dress each time I bent over for anything! I was s£duct!on in motion! When he first met me, he tried acting like nothing happened yesterday but yet, I could tell how uncomfortable he felt, stemming from what I was wearing. He kept stealing glances at my spilling boobs and generally stuttered with his words. I was winning this battle suddenly and how reassuring it felt.

I was meant to serve him breakfast at the dining table, but I didn't do that. Rather, I carried his dish of custard and fried plantain in a tray into his bedroom. He was reading one of his Christian books when I walked in. He was actually still in bed but was seating and leaning onto his bed-headboard.
"Oga, here's your food", I was hurriedly bringing the food to him to reduce the time he might have to want to ask me to take it to the dining room. In fact, before he could pull away his spectacles from his eyes, I had already dropped the food on his night-stand and pulled it closer to him. However, I didn't exactly hurry over this part, as it was a major point in my plan. Leaning over to pull the stool got my boobs into attempting to spill as expected. And before I could entirely, get the stool to his end, my entire breasts as well as my two nipples were out in the open - hanging and swaying from end to end!! Mr. Johnson had earlier attempted saying something but was abruptly stopped in his track by the lewd sinful view before him!

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