There was probably a salesman around. I reached out to touch the shiny yellow paint that was broken up only by black racing stripes and it almost seem...d as if the car backed away from my touch. When I finally got my hand on it, the car felt warm to the touch. That freaked me out. The car felt as if it was a sentient being. It had to be the heat of the sun that warmed the cool metal up ... didn't it." A very jovial, fat salesman leaped out of the bushes with vision of sugar plums ... I mean. ” He said. I looked around and saw it by the door, he must have left it when he filled out his card to leave the neighbours. I bent down to retrieve it, and as I turn around my robe untied its self. “Oops, sorry.” I quickly embarrassingly said, while he stared at my reveled woman hood. “It’s no drama, anytime, you have a nice body.” He said, smirking. “Thanks.” I said still a bit embarrassed as I closed my robe to cover myself. I then walked up to him, but tripped as I attempted to hand him his. Now Miss Xiang is a world class fighter, arguably the strongest woman in the world. I’m just an amateur fighter, but I’ve been trying to get her to train with me. We work out together pretty often and today I lucked out in getting her to practice martial arts with me. She has a training room in the back of her house, so we met up there for some exercise.We got ourselves setup to practice on the mats in her training area. She was wearing that blue leotard of hers and those sexy stockings that so. In the evening, I was put to work in the club again - not, as I had feared, bound again over the same table to be used like so much captive flesh, but instead put to the more mundane task of waiting tables. Of course, as I had been instructed prior to going out onto the floor, I was to consider any client my absolute master, and was to comply immediately with any demands he made upon my body. My absolute nudity, especially compared with some of the girls who had been permitted clothing,.