The morning's work went better this time. I was able to actually play more and got used to the gloves. It still felt odd how my hands tingled at the feeling of holding a sword, but it wasn't bad at all. Punctually I went down to the garage, wearing comfortable jeans and a tight sweater. He had talked about leggings, not about the fact that I couldn't show off my higher curves. I like to drive him crazy, I like the thrill of danger it gives me to provoke him.
He was there, handsome and sensual in his black suit and white shirt. Even today he was without a tie and had a more detached look from the usual businessman. As always, he wore a large ring on his right hand, which he never separated from. I had often seen it in photos on the internet and sooner or later I would have asked him what i
