She tended to be intuitive rather than logical. Jumping from one topic to another came natural to her. This gave me a major advantage. I could change ...he subject whenever I chose and she'd go along, but if I wanted to stay on a subject, I would pursue it relentlessly and she would, perforce, follow along. The result was that I was in charge of the agenda for our discussions.There was one other thing that was interesting. My remark had been rhetorical, but it was far from random. I was probing. It would displease Master and the thought of doing so made himuncomfortable. Instead he decided to spend the rest of the day doinghousework. He usually didn't care much about cleanliness but suddenly hefelt like he had company coming soon and he wanted his apartment to besuitable. There was nobody actually coming over, but he was eagerlyexpecting contact from Master any time now and that was much better! Hechanged into a loose t-shirt and some sweats with a cute cotton bra andpanty set. "very nice" was all I could say. The panties fell to the ground and we stood in front of each other naked and both throbbing. "I want to feel your body against me," she said as she stepped to me. I put my arms around her waist and she put her elbows on my shoulders as we kissed, she ran her fingers through me hair and pulled my face closer to hers. I felt her hot and pressing against my thigh, I was pressed against her stomach and loved the feeling of rubbing against the soft skin. She fell to. I suppose it’s something like tantric sex; as much a spiritual thing as a physical one.I don’t know how it works – it’s certainly nothing like what I would once have expected of intercourse – but gradually we approach a mutual peak. Our focus is absolutely on each other. I don’t know how long it takes, because after an overwhelming climax we both slip straight into unconsciousness and thence into sleep. Quite often, Sally’s still sprawled on top of me when I wake. Occasionally, I’m still.