It was still early morning when yelps and whimpers awake the sleeping Angel. Her name can be misleading depending on the time of dat and her mood. Now was one of those times. "Damn it, Sky! You should have went last night," she grumbled swinging her legs over the edge of the bed as she reached for her short silk robe that hung from the doorknob of her closet. Slipping it on Angel scratched her scalp and rubbed her eyes, making her way to the backdoor to let her dog out. No one usually paid attention to Angel so modesty wasn't an issue when she leaned against the doorframe with her robe wide open, her nipples hardening with with the morning breeze. It was a new day and Angel was deetermined to find a job at any costs.<br/>With Sky already back in the house- scratching on a kitchen cabinet to show that he's hungry- Angel went back inside and began her morning routine adding extra time to find her more provocative clothes. Stripping or porn stores were her last resort, but if that's what it came down to she'd have to dress the part.<br/><br/>---<br/>An hour later and Angel was in a black miniskirt and lavender tank stop, flip flops on her feet and hair in a ponytail as she locked the front door. After much debate it was decided that today would be a break from her usual routine. She saw the man in his red and black tracksuit and leaned against her door, daydreaming and wondering what it would be like wrapped in the arms of a man like him. Before she could stop herself there was a hand under her skirt, stroking her moistening womanhood through the thin fabric of her panties as the other slid under the top to roughly tweak the nipple of her right breast.