Strange man, really.A combination of heat, in the form of sexual passion for her, and coolness, one might even say coldness, distant from her, more di...tant than she would have thought possible in the case of two who have done what they did.And will again.Or will they?And now, this doubt assails her.Was that a one-shot deal, something to be done and forgotten and never acknowledged, never repeated?That too is a possibility, and one she had not considered before now.But then, if he is not. This story tells how I feel when I am serving him. We have been back in the apartment about 20 minutes and the first thing I have to do is prepare the bed and arrange my Masters toys on the cabinet. He has a good range of toys that he likes to use on me (and I on him when he orders me to)along with some stimulants that we both take to give us "the feeling" as my Master calls it. While I am making preparations My Master changes out of his work clothes and I return to the lounge and he is sitting. Mary grinned as she watched him attempt to get in the car, in his normal manly fashion. "No," she said, "not like that, you sit first, then pull your legs in." Pete tried it, and found that it was much easier, and elegant to do it that way. His next problem was that with his heels, the seat was in the wrong position, and he had to adjust it, he didn't find it too easy to drive as normal, and so drove a lot slower.He was amazed at how any male driver, which saw him, would give way to let him. This includes a pleaded skirt, white cotton panties, and a white blouse with no bra. I can see her large erect nipples through the thin fabric of her sheer white blouse. She takes me by the hand and I sit down on our big sofa. The blinds have already been closed and she stands in front of me. Next, she tells me what she did to become a naughty girl and that she needs a spanking. Then I grab the waistband of her skirt, and I take it off of her for her spanking. "Over my knee you go for.