" What?" Touch me. You heard me. Touch me."I knew what she meant. I tenuously extended my hand and slowly touched the outer edge of her breast with on... finger."That's a start. Now like you mean it." She smiled.I used my whole hand now. And I gently pinched her nipple in my fingers. She bit her lips.I was starting to like this. I sat up and used both hands on both breasts. Her breathing was getting faster."Keep exploring," she said. I knew what she meant, even though this was all new for me.My. Is that clear, bitch?” I insisted, making The Donald prostrate himself before me at last.“Naturally. I mean, I was basically a hatchet guy for the Clintons before they turned on me. Just because I began running in earnest instead of still being their puppet and playing to lose, they fucking turned on me, can you believe it? Sorry if my competitive streak got a hold of me, but once I became the nominee and actually had a shot to win, it wasn’t in me to take a dive, you know. Anyway, prior to. Where’d you get it?”Sir, it was my ex-girlfriend’s, Sir.”There was a silence as the Master smiled, albeit bemused.”You stole it from her?” “Sir, yes Sir.””Where’d you get the garter belt?””Sir, a department store, Sir.””You went in there and bought it yourself?”“Sir, yes Sir.””Pretending it was for your girlfriend.””Sir, yes Sir.””But it wasn’t for your girlfriend was it?””Sir, no Sir.”Another pause.”Are you glad you’re here, sissy?””Sir, yes Sir.””Are you nervous?””Sir, yes Sir.””But you’re. I had the radio on low. For some reason I thought being able to hear the rain beating down on my car was an important safety factor. The long ride gave me plenty of time to think about the night ahead of me and what I wanted to do when I saw her. The slight bulge in my jeans a reminder that it had been almost a year since we had last seen each other and about six months since the last time I had sex. I guess six months is what it takes to get me out on a night like this. I remember clearly.