In the quaint cottage kitchen, an insanely hot blonde housewife, with her black bob cut hair, pearl earrings, and a tight floral dress that barely contained her small, sagging breasts, stood against the wall. One breast had inadvertently fallen out, revealing ample cleavage. An old man, with a violent grasp, was groping her exposed breast while pinning her against the wall. Her perfect features – hands, fingers, and anatomy – were accentuated by the realistic skin that bore freckles, moles, blemishes, and wrinkles. Her sad, crying expression spoke volumes of fear and annoyance as she looked at the man.