Follow me."She grabbing my hand, opened the door, and pulled me out of the car and into the woods. Now know that this was in the middle of winter and...there were no leaves on the trees and three inches of snow on the ground! None of that stopped kinky Tracy. She pulled me into the middle of a stand of trees and started stripping off her clothes. It must have been only in the low forties, but I wasn't one to pass up a chance of being naked with this hot, sexy woman. So....my clothes came off. I packed my new laptop and manuals and pointed my Charger back towards Abby's warehouse apartment.When I got back I used the garage door opener Abby had lent me. I entered quietly and saw Abby working at her drawing board. Her glossy hair was tied back out of her way in a pony tail that flowed down to her mid back. Even in a simple tight white T-shirt, a kilt style mini-skirt and gold flip-flops she was the sexiest woman I've ever seen. I admired her until she let out a scream of frustration. ..’ and she grasped the bottom edge of the crop-top and tugged it off over her head.David was taken aback momentarily by the astounding sight of the g-string bikini top she was wearing. He did a double-take when he saw that one of the tiny “cups” had pulled aside, exposing a nipple.‘Which way, now?’ she asked as she tucked her nipple back in.He had to gather his thoughts as the sense of the question slowly penetrated to his consciousness.‘Oh, er, left,’ he replied, ‘it’s not far now,’ and then. “..uh, Sir,” I added.“That’s better. So how does your master command you? Does he call you on the phone?”“No, Sir, he e-mails me, Sir.”By this time the boy had slouched onto the couch and put his feet up on my coffee table.“E-mails you? What a cheap cocksucker of a whole slave you are! You let some guy off in cyber-land order you around? How low is that? Boy…get these boots off!”i scrambled to my knees and started unbuckling the heavy black leather boots, trying to smell his feet without being.