He smiled - beautifully - as he got out of the car and approached me. "You must be Bunny."I raised an eyebrow at that. "No." No?" He looked confused. ...Oh, uh, sorry. I guess my memory's not as good as I thought. You're not Baby, right?" Right." I agreed. I stepped back into the house and hit the intercom. "Baby, Bunny. Front door, now." I didn't like strangers using their pet names and I didn't like this hunk - however hot he was - appearing at my door like a mail order sex toy. I wanted to. "If you had worn a skirt like I told you to then you probably would have gotten the front seat since you're taller than I am. But you had to wear those linen slacks. Now you are stuck mister whether you are taller than me or not!"Raphael was smiling at the banter going on and also at the nice pair of legs he got to see as the young wife was turned. Somehow he got his hand on her bare knee as she twisted back into her seat. She looked a quick sideways glance at him with a slight smirk. She shook. Master and I met online one evening while I was in a chat room for the first time in several years. I was finding it more distasteful than I remembered them to be like when I first got online all those years ago. This night I discovered that there seemed to be many more wannabe?s and spam than there were actually serious people of the lifestyle. I was in the midst of trying to close out the many different message boxes that had popped up when Master?s message popped up in the middle of the all. “Oh,” she said as her cheeks blushed red.“Let me help you with that,” I said.She let out a deep breath and said, “Please; Lauren usually takes care of this stuff but she got called away on a family emergency and left me here to do it myself.”“We will get it set up and ready in no time,” I said with a smile.I reached out to take the pile of nylon she had in a mess. She willing held it out to me and then let her hand slowly glide across mine as she let it go. My eyes glanced up and met hers as.