"Oh god, not now," Rachel whines, hitting the steering wheel of her pathetically spluttering car as the wheels slowly ground to a halt on the road. Rain poured down in buckets as your wife of only two days placed her forehead morosely on the wheel. Thunder booms overhead as the sky lights up with the force of mother nature.

Patting her back, you try to make light of the poor situation, "Hey, its alright. We'll just call Mark and I'm sure he'll help us out!"

Shaking her head, Rachel answers, "Mark's out of town, remember? Business trip to California or something. We're kinda stuck... god damn it! This was supposed to be our honeymoon!"

"Ack, don't have signal here anyway... damn," you shrug. Neither of you two would be any use under the hood of the broken down car - your skills in particular lying in the area of computers rather than anything mechanic related.

"No, there was a house just a little while ago," she says, grimacing at the thought of walking through the rain. "We should ask to use their phones, get triple A out here at least."

And so it was that you and Rachel (her shirt clinging tightly to her petite body, easily exposing her bra underneath) found yourselves knocking on the door of an impressively large mansion in the middle of nowhere.

The door opened not two minutes later. A tall, pale skinned woman wearing a long, black dress, smiles brightly at you, even as your eyes behold her sinful amount of exposed cleavage. Almost half of her nipples are showing!

"Oh you poor dears," she says, opening the double door wide. "Car broken down I presume? Come in, come in, I'll fetch you some towels!"

The woman turned right around and walked up the nearby stairs, leaving you and your wife looking confusedly at each other.

Casting her gaze up the stairway, Rachel says, "Well... she's pretty welcoming. Do you hear that?"

Indeed, you can just make out the faint sounds of music and many voices, "Sounds like a party."

"Yes, an annual gathering, as it is," the woman says, returning with several white towels, which you graciously accept. Its hard to keep your eyes off her mostly-exposed boobs; a fact which doesn't go unnoticed by your lovely wife as she hits your arm with a pointed look. "Shall you like to join us?"

"Oh no," Rachel answers quickly. "We're really just looking for a phone to call a mechanic, we don't mean to intrude."

"Nonsense," the lady exclaimed, her breasts in extreme danger of popping right out of that dress in her excitement. "I love having guests! Just wait right here, get as comfortable as you'd like!"