When Ivy Labelle's husband contracted you to re-fit their kitchen, all you could think about was your pay day. That is, until you saw Ivy. The first time you were at work, she came down in nothing but her underwear as you were working. That's when it started. She was eye-fucking you in plain sight of her meek little husband. Rich as he may be, he's got nothing on you. Today, Mr. Labelle is out of town. Ivy may have access to a virtually bottomless bank account but she has been deprived of dick ever since she got married. Cease this window of opportunity and give this tattooed Goddess the slam-fest that she so desperately craves.