He was so happy to simply lie on a blanket under his mistresses desk as she ran a companyI always had a love for older ladies and since many older lad...es wear glasses for reading, I had somehow got a fetish for ladies reading glasses and was specific enough to know I liked the half-glasses style very much, they looked even better when hanging across an ample pair of bosoms from a beaded neck chain. Now Irene is a woman who has a great sense of fashion, to me anyways and she would often wear a. I pulled into his driveway around 4:00 am, twenty minutes early. Tre gave me a key, so I let myself in. As soon as I walked in, I was greeted by Tre sitting on the couch drinking coffee and watching the news wearing nothing but an un-tied bathrobe.He seemed startled to see me, “you’re early” he exclaimed.“Yeah,” I said, still in shock, “I couldn’t sleep so left home early.” He just nodded his head and stood up to face me. Tre was a tall, muscular black man. He stood 6’3 and there was not an. He appears to be wearing a well tailored coat that flatters his tall, athletic built body perfectly, making him that much more charming. Noticing me study him in silence, he introduces himself to me as Mr. John Harris, a new resident in building Number 67 as of days ago. “I am Ms. Ana Hart - I paused – a part time resident.” I didn’t wait for the question to be asked; I just added that I am living there on the weekends mostly, to tend to my friend’s apartment and enjoy a change of scenery. As. A few minutes later, Sophie re-appeared with a slender girl in tow. I assumed correctly it was Catalina."We've talked it over and we'd like to see where you live before we make any rash decisions," Sophie said. But Catalina rolled her eyes.I turned to Bailey."Do you want a tour, too?" I asked. Bailey said no."I follow your career pretty closely," she said with a blush. "If it's half as nice as your old apartment, I think I'll be fine."I told her it was bigger than Ferguson Manor."Sophie, just.