Milf suit attempt 4 invitation.

	A gust of warm desert wind brushes against my skin, a feeling of annoyance now replaced by surprise as the rude asshole was actually the same delivery man with the same stoic expression. Though his dull eyes seemed to be focused on a specific area under the chin, embarrassment washes over me and I try to cover the top of my breast but his eyes just pierced right through my hand.
	“W.what do you want” I said, but he just kept on staring. “Excuse me!” I shouted his eyes fixed onto mine a chill ran up my back, what a creepy guy.
	He audibly clears his throat before pulling out three cards from his back pocket. He looks over one of them then looks back up to me. he is hesitant, I’m kind of getting a feeling that he isn’t used to speaking much I wish he would hurry before someone see’s me thought that doesn’t seem to bother him he just stayed focused on the card
	“Mr. Charles? Or should I call you by let’s see…Miss Blake?” he doesn’t look up from the card but somehow he knows I don’t want anyone other than the Company knowing I’m this woman. He looks up bunches the cards together and holds it out for me. “I’m very sorry for the inconvenience Miss Blake, but I seemed to have forgotten to give you your new I.D and Financial aid card for personal purchases as promised by the company. Please forgive me.” he finished by tipping his head down. He is a strange man indeed.
	Nabbing the cards out of his hand I looked over the I.D, Miss Blake, six foot four, age 39, sex female. Everything seemed right they didn’t mention weight and the Magtech logo was in the corner of the card same with the credit card. The third card was just green with “pass” written on it. I hold it up to the delivery man.
	“Oh…Branco is holding a banquet at the Cheshire Hall for his investors and purchasers of his MILF suits, it’s not till 9:30 P.M if that's your main concern.” He scratches his chin as if he was digging for more info, “hmm yes if you’d like to go you can dial the company to send a cab top pick you up, more than enough time too to find a dress or in your case…get dressed.” He suggests.
	I not wanting to have anything more to do with this man just nods in approval, a banquet sounds nice even a little exciting. Before closing the door I slid the cards in my cleavage with nowhere else to put it really the mans stare is starting to piss me off.
	“How about a tip for all this information?” the man said his stoic expression broke into a shit eating grin, disgust filled my chest, I slammed the door in his face pressing my back against it. “Fine!” I heard him shout.