Saki turned to her husband with a calm, practiced smile.
"You watch TV here… I'll take Mr. Jack to the study room."
Yamamoto, still eyeing my expensive suit with a mix of mild suspicion and reluctant acceptance, simply nodded and sank back into his armchair, already reaching for the remote. The television flickered on, filling the living room with low background noise.
Saki glanced at me, voice polite and professional for his benefit.
"Mr. Jack, please follow me."
She turned and walked ahead down the short hallway. My eyes dropped immediately to her ass.
The simple house dress she wore clung tightly across the full, heavy curves of her married ass.
With every step she deliberately exaggerated the sway of her hips, rolling them in a slow, vulgar rhythm that made both thick cheeks bounce and jiggle independently under the thin fabric.
