Wicked Predator Fetish

Brenda has a secret fetish that very few people were aware of even her future husband. When she married, she learned to effectively repress her fetish. Or so she thought. Two years after her second kid and six years since I had last engaged in it, she was feeling the urge again. She tried to suppress it for as long as she could, but it was no use. Telling her husband that she needed a spa weekend and booked herself a package at one of the fancier hotels in the city.
She left Friday evening when her husband got home from work. She made sure he knew where everything was for the kids, that he remembers her special date tomorrow then kissed him goodbye. The hotel was downtown and near some of the more run-down parts of town and a few homeless shelters, one homeless shelter was specifically for LGBTQ adults which is part of why she chose that hotel.  As if by plan, a girl of 18 or 19 walked towards the shelter.
She had the rundown clothes in multiple layers of someone who was living on the street. With precision moves, Brenda capitalized on that opportunity.