"It's short," she said."You'll wear a heavy coat. I'll warm the car and I'll deliver you near the door," I said, thinking that she was concerned about...getting too cold."They'll see my legs." So?" They're thin."I replaced the dress where I'd found it and took her into my arms. "You have lovely legs," I said, brushing my lips against hers."You never told me that before." I told you last night. You just weren't listening."She pulled her head back. "Is that what you were saying when you were. What the hell, I'll play along. "Uh, Yes?" In your best little girl voice, "Sister Mary said I should come see you. She said I was a very naughty girl." I stand, move from behind my desk. I get a straight back chair from against the wall and place it directly in front of my me. I lean back on the edge of the desk. "Close the door and have a seat. Tell me what happened." As you turn to close the door, you lean forward from the waist just enough to reveal the sexy little white satin panties. I fought and fought.For me, orgasm is more than just visual stimuli. It’s the whole package. Mental. Physical. Emotional. So to shut it off entirely demanded discipline and willpower. A lot of willpower that Tina didn’t have but Candy was learning to master. I Ð or perhaps She Ð fought to focus not on the heat that was flushing my skin, not on the twisting in the pit of my stomach, not on the fact I could practically taste him in the air. But on other things, intangible and out of reach.. Replacing my heels on the ground, I wiped my shoe sole on the still impaled bun. ‘Fetch’. Slave stood up and had to kneel down in order to try a retrieve the impaled burger. Naturally, I didn’t make it particularly easy as it was firmly under my shoes. ‘Please Madam’ slave implored quietly. ‘Speak up slave, I can’t hear you’. ‘Please Madam, may Your slave remove the food from Your Shoes’ Slowly I lifted my shoe toe, (it must have seemed ages for my slave, kneeling under the table), so.