Raining. I was getting so tired of going through a whole week a perfect weather, only to be dealt a shitty weekend. The rain was pouring down so hard,...I could just barely distinguish the shapes walking by my window were people. Considering the weather, and the fact that it was now twelve noon, I figured it was time for me to get up. And since there was no way I was going to go for a cruise on my bike, I might as well get my apartment cleaned up. Don’t get me wrong, I am not a slob, but a few. Danny didn’t just look at me, he drank me up with his eyes, I could feel his eyes as they moved from my feet up into my eyes. It was his turn to lose some clothes, and all he had were his trunks that was hiding and compressing his hard cock. Slowly he slid his hands down his side, fingers finding their way under the waistband and pushing down the fabric. His cock catching the waistband, teasing me as it stays hidden for a few more moments before it springs up and his trunks hit the floor before. ’ Russian heritage, she thought, so that’s where he gets his incredible colouring and strong looks from. Francesca sat and looked across the table at him, taking in his lovely eyes, bright and clear, his well defined cheek bones, straight nose and a couple of days growth of dark stubble surrounding a very sensual mouth that when he was smiling, like right now, creases and deep dimples appeared in his lean cheeks. ‘Are you a model or something?’ Francesca could have curled up and died, she. Whats his name? Did an excellentjob getting you dressed today," Leon bragged pretending to ignore her."Chris. His name is Chris," Sara said. "And yes. He selected all of this.Even ironed it. And even helped me put it on. At first i thought it sortof odd. It was sexier then i usually wear. Much less to work. But everysince i did. It's like everyone has treated me different. The securityguards about tripped over themselves just to open the door for me. Theorderlies have all walked past my desk at.