It was a converted high rise hotel from the thirties and units there sold for millions of dollars. If Robert Burns owned a place there, he was doing w...ll indeed. Even if he was renting it looked like it was about $5,000 a month just for the amenities. Damn! And I thought Atlanta was expensive. At least with the Parc you got a spectacular view overlooking Central Park for your money. Of course there was no listing of tenants anywhere. I guess if you can afford those places you ought to have some. Jerry was anxious to take us to lunch so we went.I double checked the numbers on each building while we were waiting for our orders to be delivered. Neill looked over my notes and added clarification where I'd used abbreviations."What's a micrometer?" I asked. The question popped out of my mouth before I realized that I was thinking about the case study from the Business Management class I was taking."It's a precision measurement tool," Neill answered. "Why do you ask, Sammy?"I was embarrassed. I felt how he paused when his fingertips ran over my firm butthole. His mouth sucked away at my tits arousing me to the point that I couldn’t breathe well. This went on for about 10 minutes and I began to realize that my juices were already making the barstool very slippery. I stopped my moaning turned my back on him and lifted my ass slightly. His hands froze on my naked ass cheeks where the dress was now completely wrapped around my waist. He looked up at me trying to read this move, and I. On the bedside stand there was a folded note: Rest well, help yourself to anything. I'll be just downstairs seeing to the horses. If you need me just call.BillyNo Molly, No Cleo, and No Eddie. I rubbed my hands over my face and sighed. It's what I needed."Billy, I'll take you up on your offer." I said to the note and went to his bath tub and turned on the taps.I smelled his soap and smiled. "Irish Spring." I found the towels and when the tub finally filled, I sank in till I was chin deep, ahh.