I wore a red push-up bra, not that my boobs need pushing up, and red panties. I'd skipped panties before, but usually only in town. The habit is very ...trong in a girl, and besides, there's a practical reason: with a skirt this short it was bound to flip up, and I did want some coverage down there in case it happened in public.We had customs that we were used to with our parents, but everything we did here would have to be worked out and we'd do it for the first time. The first, of course, was. The real estate agency from which I purchased the apartment warned me to be wary of the elevator. It’s the first time I see this happen though. It’s an authentic machine; they did little restoration to it over the years. I have however seen elevators of similar styles in Germany, and I know the buttons needed to be pushed if it’s just a little hitch on its task. You were lucky not to be alone Ms. Ana; it could cause quite a scare.” Staring up just as intensely at him as he spoke, I felt urged. You feel yourself getting wet as the hands caressing your body do their work.“What the fuck are you doing?” I scream out to my slave. “I told you to leave her the fuck alone! Come and sit up front with me. You know what happens when you disobey. Don’t make me tell you again”.“Sorry master. I couldn’t help it. She’s just so helpless. You know how I like to play”My slave moves to the front leaving you alone in the back. You hear the stereo volume suddenly being turned up. The sound of. I was truly sorry I did what I had done, but as time went on, my mind lingered less on the pain and more on the way she looked, smelled, spoke, acted and what might be next.“Ok, darling, I think you’ve learned your lesson,” her tone was completely different, calm, comforting – really loving. “Come here.”When I turned and faced her she was again seated with her hands neatly folded in her lap but had removed her skirt and top. She wore a matching black bra and garter belt both beautifully made.