You always do that for me. Slipping the shoes on my feet and stepping back to look in the mirror, I marveled at how perfect everything you chose fit m...e. But why not? You had held my body in your arms enough to memorize the size and shape of every inch of me. And here was proof that your attentions had not been wasted.Following your "rules", I packed up my things and took my bag to the car. As I climbed in the driver's seat, I saw how far up my new skirt rode when I sat. I knew this would please. “I have the same information. Of course, you know it was this Workgroup that requested it for examination.”He nodded.”And I was almost certain I had cracked the Netherworld language it was written in. Such a shame it was destroyed during that explosion at the Assembly.”“It was not destroyed, it was stolen. The entire incident was staged to steal that document. I think speaking to professor Donomensi is imperative. I also like to have a copy of all your notes and images regarding the documents. I was having difficulty breathing and they hadn't even begun to tighten it around my chest yet. I blurted out, "Please Mistress not so tight." As soon as the words left my lips I knew the mistake I had made and at least I was smart enough not to say anything else. Mistress turned and immediately walked out of the room. Rhonda merely stood and looked at me with what I took to be a look of disdain. I don't know if it was because I had spoken without permission or because I didn't want the corset. "She smiled. "Don't get too excited, cowboy. That's not usually on the menu. Extenuating circumstances." She climbed off my lap, slithering out the door. I felt myself responding already to the sight of her ass moving away and gave her one last pat. "Need anything from inside?" she asked."A Gatorade would be nice," I said. Then I grabbed her hand and pulled her closer. I whispered in her ear. "You might want to get some breath mints."She nodded. "You don't know the half of it. That stuff.