Meet Suzanne!

Suzanne French had gone from beat reporter to editor in less than three years. She couldn't have been older than thirty-five, and she had the body to prove it.

Her large, heaving breasts pressed against her tight collared shirt, and between the buttons you could see a pink lace bra. She had a thin waist that curved into a beautifully rounded ass, the contours of which were clearly visible in her tight khakis.

"Here's the deal,"she said."Our current reporter for the Scandals department, he's capoot. Fired. Gone. So I need someone to fill his spot, and fast. Could that be you?"

Her body rumbled as your hands mapped the fat surface of her bubble-butt. The ripe fruit just begged to be played with and you lightly tapped your hand on the juicy cake.