Another encounter with the neighbor

I sat there waiting until my **** got out of the bathroom and scurry to her room. I stepped inside and took a quick shower. I wanted to look as good as I could for her. I know I was easily double her age but in spite of my best efforts, I was developing feelings for her.

Even though I showered after her, I was still dressed and ready to go before she was. I was sitting on my old couch when she walked out of her room. I had to stifle a gasp. She was a vision of loveliness. Her hair was perfect, flowing over her shoulders and down almost to her breasts. Although she didn't have any makeup, her skin glowed. She stood there in her new tight jeans and flowered top looking like a million dollars. I smiled and held out my hand,

"Come ****." I breathed as she walked over to me almost looking like a predator stalking her prey. I felt a rush flow through me as for the first time I was getting a glimpse at the real Carrie.

She took my hand and whispered, "Thank you Master." As we walked out the door. Of course Margaret was out. I think she stations herself like a sentry as we left my apartment. When she saw me she glared, but when Carrie followed me into the hall, the look disappeared and she looked away.

"Good Evening Margaret." I said just to see what she would say.

"Mark," she quietly spoke. "I see your visitor is still here."

"Yes I am," I heard behind me. "I like it here." I heard my **** speak. Her voice confident and strong. I glanced at her as she stared at Margaret.

Margaret didn't respond but quickly opened her door and rushed inside. I was more than a little confused by Margaret's reaction to Carrie. We walked to the elevator and as soon as the doors closed I couldn't help but ask.

"What the fuck was that?"

"It's nothing, I'm just staking my claim to my Master." She quietly answered.