Knock, knock. The door opens. Apparently I didn’t do as good a job as I thought, concealing my shock as she opened the door. A skin tight, little bl...ack dress, with a plunging neckline, and stopping just above her knees. It was obvious there wasn’t a stitch of clothing underneath. That smile I told you about earlier? Out it came. ‘Hey, stranger,’ she said. ‘How have you been?’ Once I picked my jaw up off the floor, and pushed my eyes back in their sockets, ‘Uh, good. You?’ was all I could manage. Yep, she was wet. As I laid her on the changing table and rummaged around for a diaper, I didn't notice bumping the camera off the mount. Anyone trying to attend to a squirming toddler can attest to the effort. And I am considerably more clumsy than most when dealing with babies.Once I got her changed, I decided to just give up on going back to watch the game. I knew Tara was going to demand my full attention. So I took her to the kitchen, warmed up a bottle and walked her around the house. Du darfst mich auch mit ?Herr' ansprechen!? ?Ja, Herr!? ?Gut.? Er blickte sie an: ?Deinen Blick senken! Nur wenn du antwortest wirstdu mich ansehen, dann aber immer, es sei denn, ich befehle etwas anderes. Verstanden?? Manuela sah ihn an: ?Ja Herr!? ?Name?? Er sah auf einen Zettel in seiner Hand. ?Manuela! ..Manuela, Herr!? ?Alter?? ?24, Herr!? ?Nationalität?? ?Deutsch, Herr!? ?Gut.? Er nahm der Frau den Stab ab und hielt ihn drohend in der rechten Hand. ?Haltung 1: Aufrecht stehen, die Brust. . a sexy ... sensual ... sexual woman!He wanted to touch her.He needed to feel her soft skin.He stepped closer to her, and her lips parted in anticipation, as she squared her shoulders, thrusting out her breast, almost in challenge to him.Her feet shifted, to open her legs ... just a little, but everything she did was an invitation to him...Here! She seemed to be saying, look ... see ... touch ... feel...He was no saint, he was no god, he was only a man ... and it was an invitation that he.