Christopher.
A Week Later,
I pulled up to Carlee's townhouse.
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For her to be just an assistant she lives pretty well. She drives a 2016 Porsche Panamera and everything she wears gotta be expensive as hell.
I got out of my car, headed up to her door and rung the doorbell.
"Coming." I heard her yell.
She opened the door. I just looked down at her clothes. She had on a tank top and some small shorts. No bra but her titties still sat up.
"Come in." She stepped back and I walked inside.
"Nice place."
"Thanks, I can't wait to move though."
"I think it's perfect for you."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"I might stay, I don't know. Your tux is upstairs. Come on."
We walked up the stairs, I just enjoyed the view. We walked into her room.
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I could see myself walking around here in just my briefs after tearing that ass up.
Let me stop.
She picked up a dry cleaners bag and handed it to me.
"I picked it out. I got you a black shirt instead of white because I thought it would look better."
"Alright, cool. Thanks."
"You might wanna try it on just to make sure it fits. The bathroom is right there." She sat on her bed.
