Don'tdisappoint me or you will surely regret it. Understood?" Yes Mistress." I curtseyed."Now go start my car." She motioned me away with her hand. I ...ent to the garage took out her Mercedes and turn the heat on and theseat warmer. And then I looked over my car, a powder blue Volkswagenbug. I couldn't believe that this was actually my car.I rushed back to the house and my Mistress was putting on her perfume.She scolded for being late "missy this is your job I'm doing it." Shetold me to get on. Geiger continued, “I’ve arranged for you to interview someone else who our readers are also interested in reading about. When I got the call that this person was available, my first thought was that the only person for this interview was you”.“Thank you for your confidence in me Mr. Geiger”, the worry she felt now replaced with a feeling of pride. She worked hard to do her best and it didn’t hurt that the person she was writing about (Franzi) was also her. I microwaved a pot pie. There was a lot of bread in a pot pie, so I only heated one roll on my little Dutch oven thing. I was able to place it on the stove and then remove it when I filled the stove with wood.It was a lot of work for the simple pot pie, but it kept my mind in the present, not dwelling on past injuries or hurt feelings. It was why I love all the rituals of my life. Even with the time consuming rituals and the toys, sometimes it all caught up with me. The reason I had been home. Hearing Dawns car, Claire gave me a kiss and told me not to stay up for her, like normal she would txt me when she was on her way home.Settling down in our lounge, my mind wandered to her sexy body, 34dd boobs, shaved pussy and size 10 figure, even at the age of 38 she looked good.I couldnt stop thinking about her lingerie and as normal on her nights out I went upstairs to our bedroom, took few beers up and found some pretty pink lingerie for me to wear for the evening. The feeling of the lacy.