Natty sashayed towards the door.“You’re exactly right,” White man said.Natty went back to his office and rolled his eyes along the way. He was s...urprised the first time he pulled up to the complex. It wasn’t shabby or rundown, but it certainly wasn’t pristine or as lil white as he would have imagined John Griffith would have picked for himself. But soon it had become clear to Natty why his direct manager had selected such a place.Most of the residents were Black. And since the units were mainly. There were now three clocks in the kitchen: one in the oven, one in the microwave and the third in the coffeemaker. No, counting the watch on my wrist, there currently were four clocks in the kitchen. It wasn't barely past 9am and I was getting wound up for Mrs. Ibarra's arrival."We need to do something," I spoke internally. "Maybe we can try calling the investment folks, or FiberDyne." I'd suggest saving FiberDyne until we've talked to the investment people," Cooper thought back. "We should. My hands feeling my breasts, my stomach, teasing my lips with my hand over my panties. One hand caressing and teasing while the other moved to my mouth; gently sucking on my finger I moaned again."Good girl. Now place your little vibrating egg toy inside that sweet wetness for me." Yes." I whispered as I pushed my panties over to the side and slid the egg slowly in. A moan escaped my lips."Yes, good girl, unleash that sexual desire you hide so well. Damn, I want to be those hands, I want to. If you ever figure out a way to talk your husband into it, you can bring him with you, the more the merrier. Or, if youd rather keep it just the three of us, thats OK too. Just some things to think about. She kissed Claires cheek, got up and began getting dressed. Claire followed suit, amazed that it was ending as suddenly as it began. She wasnt sure what she had thought was going to happen, but as in the beginning, she was struck by the casualness of it all. When they finished dressing, they.