Just as I was finally able to push the anxiety from my head, my computer beeped to alert me of a new message.I stared at the words "I'm here, just a f...w mere moments from your office, I imagine".The denial continued and my hands shook as I typed a joking, "Sure, of course you are."What followed was a succession of quick emails in which I challenged the validity of his claim. He responded by describing in great detail his 'cover story' and the new road construction on the parkway that caused the. Although he always gives me some idea of what he has in mind for me, I never know exactly what will happen. How far he will push me, how much pleasure and how much pain there will be.I heard his car pull up outside. My clit started tingling. I heard the car door open and shut as he got out. I could feel my pussy begin to get wet. His knock at the door. My hands were shaking slightly as I opened it. He doesn't smile when he comes in, his face is unreadable. I hand him his drink as he looks me. "You and Rachael like dresses. Why should I have to wear one?" Sheasked in a whine.She stumbled forward and flopped on the bed limply, exhausted by thevery idea. I reviewed my last three answers to the same question andtried a new tack."You know how boys don't normally wear dresses? " I asked, watching forher reaction. "A lot of people get upset if a boy just has long hair orwears makeup, right?"Her legs weaved through the air, chasing a soccer ball. Was she evenlistening? She flipped onto her. I bent down and took the coke from her hand and then grabbed the other hand and let her use it to pull herself back up to her feet, as well as getting a very enticing look at the nudity under her skirt as she did so.Luckily, it was just dark enough where my DJ rig was set up, that it was doubtful that too many people had even noticed her reacting to the reflexes that I had spent a hell of a lot of time drilling into her.Linda was all about proper respect once she was back on her feet.With head.