There were unframed paintings and photographs on the walls. She had a rough Chinese rug on the floor and three small windows overlooking a fire escape...and an alley three floors below. Or they would have if they hadn't been covered over with bricks, like sealed up permanently with mortar. Aside from the sofa and the coffee table, she didn't have a whole lot of furniture, just some over-stuffed bookcases. They were old and heavy, scarred with age, and I was sure they hadn't been moved in. I doubted it was because he was finally warming up to me. “I suppose so.” He sighed and finished his drink, then stood. “Well, if you’ll excuse me, I have an early start tomorrow. My people will be in touch, and we’ll have payment sorted soon enough.” He nodded a farewell to both me and Senator Moore, then left toward our VIP entrance.“I think that went rather well,” Moore commented. He raised his glass to me, and I smiled politely. “It still amazes me how accomplished you are, Miss Rochester.. She is in a tight little pink tank top that barely holds in the big set of tits on her chest as they bounce with every step. I look further down and take in the rest of her flat stomach and the small miniskirt riding up her nice freckled pale thighs with every step she takes. I look down and notice her in 5 inch white heels just like we had talked about. “Liz, I presume” as I reach out and pull her close hugging her feeling her body against mine and I sneak in for a bite on the neck as she says. I had seen her a few times in her other dresses, but nothing looked more beautiful on her then our college uniform. The white top and the colorful skirt particularly being just above her knees. She had beautiful long silky hairs that came down to her waist, around her shoulders and covered her small full breasts. She had this very sensual way of gently swaying of the few strands of hair, away from her eyes, back to her ear, in a gentle rhythm. Her eyes always seemed longing for a desire. A.