" I got my list and came back to make the call from my cell phone."Hey Pete, I have a lady here that has a gas wall furnace that isn't working. I know...it is a weekend and I know you will charge me extra, but there is an infant in the apartment. She needs heat. The address is 1437 Meldrin Street apartment 302. I will take care of the charge."I'm manager here now so all repair bills for the furnaces will come to me. You can leave your card in the ten mailboxes. I want these furnaces to keep going. " Come to my apartment for lunch. Any appointments after lunch?" Nothing I can't postpone. I need to be here by three." Good. I have a surprise." Of course," I said. She gave me the address. Posh. Park Avenue. Midtown. Bess was a well kept woman.A liveried doorman met me at the door. "Joe Solomon?" he inquired."How did you know?" I asked. He showed me my photo--a candid shot walking outside my office building. I shook my head. "Yes," I said.He gave me a key. "Return it to me when you leave," he. I let the finger that was idly winding the phone cord glide down to my panties and circled its centre. Rob drew breath as a little juice was transferred to the fingertip.Upturning my hand, I beckoned him with the same digit. When he closed the gap and his chin grazed my inner thigh I shivered and proffered the finger for him to lick. Just like with my toe, the warm and wet sanctuary of his mouth made me shudder. I let him twirl his tongue again, tasting me, his hunger delivering further. He can only watch the sexy slideshow being displayed inches fromhis face. I slap his ass as I walk out of the room. Before leaving theroom, I look back to see my son slowly trying to hump against hisrestraints, desperate for some type of relief. I close my laptop andturn the ceiling light off, leaving the room in total darkness. My workhere is done.Hours pass. I do some yoga downstairs and watch some Netflix. Ieventually get curious about my sissy son and head back to the bedroom.Before I.