Sally Anne was walking through the multi story car park in the early afternoon, after dropping her car there to go shopping in the city centre.
It was also to pick up her dress for her hen night that very evening, she was getting married in a weeks time to her life long childhood sweetheart, the only boy she had ever loved even though they had broken up two or three times over silly quarrels, they had got back together stronger and more in love than before.
They had been together for as long as she could remember. Sally Anne had grown into a beautiful 20 year old young woman, fully developed in every sense of the word, 5ft 6" tall, a gorgeous face , huge green eyes, full lips turned down at the corners that added to her sensuality, with a built in knock em dead smile.
Long silky thick and super soft blonde hair, her breasts were just perfect for her young body and not too overly large, her best friend always said that if a tit is more than a handful then it's a waste.
Her narrow waist was just right to support her lovely upper body, slim hips and legs to die for, and in the last year or two had found out how to really keep her man on his toes, by wearing all the nice soft lacy things that sexy beautiful women wore.
The only breach of conflict was lack of sex, or rather her refusal to have it before her marriage, Ricky (her husband to be) was over zealous about it, but as their marriage neared he was becoming more at ease with having to wait.
She did allow him to fondle her and already knew how sensitive her nipples were by the fact that she could have orgasms when he twiddled and sucked on them.
And last week she found out about the eruptions her pussy would cause when he fingered her for the first time.
For her part she acceded to wanking him off, it kept him in line and had got used to the spouting upwards of his sperm when she did, and the power she felt while he was in her control was amazing.
What she didn't know was that while Ricky had remained faithful to her and that he was truly bisexual, he had strayed from the straight and narrow with his best buddy Trent, who was a practiced homosexual, born of extremely rich parents; he had his own pool house in the grounds of their mansion.
But one night while play fighting over the remote for the TV, Trent had overpowered him and face down on the carpet and him on top hands underneath holding cock in one hand and balls in the other Ricky had submitted, that night he got fucked 3 times, and fucked Trent twice.
While Sally Anne knew he was effeminate in lots of ways, it sort of gave her more control too, so she accepted Ricky's ways wholeheartedly, although she had no idea he had carried out his feminine side so far.
As she walked to the elevator to take her to the ground floor she noticed a man's wallet lying on the floor, she automatically stooped to pick it up, the first thing she realised was how thick and heavy it was and she could also see sticking out of the top lots and lots of bank notes.
Quickly glancing around her to see if anyone had seen her pick it up, no one was nearby so she turned on her heel and hurried back to her car, inside she looked inside and there was 12500 dollars in 100 dollarnotes.
She was shocked to see so much money; never had she held such an amount! Her first thought was to go and turn it over to the police, her second one was to keep it and share it with her new husband.
Also in the wallet were credit cards, business cards, and sundry bit and pieces. The owners name was on a card and it read Albert Johnson followed by an address.
She suddenly felt an indentation in the wallet and found after a brief see through what appeared to be a thick gold pendant wrapped in a very soft pouch of velvet leather, and without a chain.
It looked quite old but she had no idea of its age or value.
After much more thought she decided that if this Albert Johnson was stupid enough to drop his wallet and not know of it then he deserved to lose it too! Especially the cash she thought wickedly.
She started her motor and said to herself that if anyone stops her and asks her about the wallet she would just say that she was taking to the police station.
She drove down the exit ramp and onto the street, all clear she beamed to herself, but she felt deliciously naughty too.
She stopped in a quiet place, took out the money and the gold pendant, and tossed the rest unseen into a rubbish bin. She returned to the town parked in a different area and went to do her shopping and pick up her dress.
She was a little nervous but everything went by according to plan.
She was on her way out of town when she passed a local gold dealer and seller of hundreds of items in the window; it was a well known and appointed shop.
She pulled over and took the pendant in and asked an attendant if he could tell her of the value of it. He disappeared for a few minutes and she began to get nervous as it was taking quite some time.
She was just about to leave without the gold pendant when a voice said. 'Good evening Madam, this pendant you have, can you please tell me where you got it from?'
Oh god she thought, why did I come in here?
'It belongs to a friend of mine, why?' She said. 'Well madam if I am not mistaken this is an extremely rare and valuable artefact of a religious nature, and it is astronomically valuable.'
'Is it really?' said Sally Anne. 'Yes, and you should tell your friend to have it locked into a bank vault for safety.' 'I will,' replied Sally Anne, 'I will tell her tonight.'
Taking the pendant back she hurried from the store got to her car and sped off, but not before the attendant had taken down the car number as directed by the store owner.
The owner went into his office at the back and dialled a number.
It rang 4 times before it was picked up 'Mr Johnson?' 'Yes this is he,' sounded a deep, baritone voice. 'This is Roy Dwight of Dwight's Jewellers., Mr Johnson.'
'Ah good evening Mr Dwight, what can I do for you?' 'Well sir, I have just been handling (I think) that gold pendant you purchased 3 weeks ago, have you sold it on?'
'Absolutely no, it is far too valuable to do that, and indeed far too religiously valuable to sell?'
Then a worried note crept into his voice, 'please wait a moment Mr Dwight.'
He was back on 1 minute later, 'Mr Dwight I have misplaced my wallet and the pendant along with a substantial amount of cash.'
'Well Mr Johnson I have just had a young lady in my shop trying to have it valued, I recognised it from the catalogue I showed you, but couldn't be truly certain, until now!'
'Jesus fucking Christ, I can't lose that!' He exploded down the phone.
'I think I may be able to save the day, I had an assistant take down her car number, would that maybe of help to you?'
