You loved that smell on her skin. She the lathered the same scented bath gel on, and finished with a warm rinse, making sure all parts were washed. Ju...t in case. She giggled. She took her time to dress up. It was only 10 am. A 30-minute drive to your office and you would see what happen. She picked her new black lacy brassiere and a matching tiny G-string. She bought them for a special occasion, and today seemed like a perfect time. She slipped them on, walked herself to the bed, and dressed up. A. Square of Flatland. I remembered I had done these things, but I could no longer even express how. Whatever link I had somehow found was gone.Victor had finished his stagger forward from when he had pushed me; from his point of view, the sphere must have simply vanished, and the silence must have been shocking. There was for him suddenly no hum, no wind. I saw him blink in confusion for just a brief second, and then gather himself for a rush towards me. I stood calmly as he headed for me with. Not really. But until someone gets mad about it ... we are.Think about it ... a Madam ... which is Ma'am with an added D ... is a whorehouse operator. Regardless of any other connotations. Dame is the correct name for a knighted female ... and I'll be dammed if I'll call Grace maDOM ... no matter what kinky proclivities she may or may not have."Yes, Commander. You would." One of us needs to be dressed, Grace."I picked up the mike and depressed the send button."Jax, K5." K5, Jax." What's the. “Sorry, sorry, sorry!” Sean playfully apologised; waving his arms in the air as if he was surrendering. “Sexy woman…sexy legs…I presumed…SORRY!” I took the cups away and ‘tutted’ at him as I left the office. At the end of the day Sean whispered, “Sorry about the stockings thing,” and gave me a good-natured tap on the bum as I left the office. I couldn’t stop thinking about him all night; I felt like a schoolgirl with a crush on her teacher! Feeling a little guilty and very horny I.