"Reminds me, you want a woman?" Who?" I asked, being new to the region and putting the suggestion aside for the moment although I had been eager, off ...and on, for more than a week to get the fat, dirty, Tory female out of my mind. Dimity was her name, my memory recalled sourly and against my will."Ferguson, the one with the plaid shirt, that rip-snorter. He drummed up a bunch of local Tories and took 'em out to get killed, 'long with his doxies. Don't think none a'them come back." King's. We held each other tight after making these revelations to each other and then as we separated, I asked her, ?Now what are we going to do to resolve this?? It took almost the whole afternoon to map out our strategy based on our needs and availability or rather proximity of a ‘Mistress’ that we sought. The Internet provided all the information we needed and after a thorough review of all services we narrowed the decision down to one professional dominatrix in the Toronto area. Money would not be. . would be treated just like... well... that girl on the deck?“„Just like that, Mr Osman,“ smiled Miss Judith. „Or worse.“„Worse?“Miss Judith laughed again. „You do not imagine, Mr Osman, do you, that my strap across a girl's backside is the worse that can happen to her aboard the `Paradise´?“Quentin hesitated. „Well... I don't know. I mean, I haven't been aboard long.“„No, that's true. But let me tell you that the strap is about the least severe form of puishment a girl can receive. They had a nice dinner, wine, soft romantic music, and the perfect setting. While they sat eating the dinner, he stole a glance at her. She was absolutely amazing in his eyes. The way she looked was so natural but so sensual and sexy. He wanted to forget about the dinner and just explore her body, taking his time to caress every part of her. Moving slow at removing her clothes feeling her skin as he peeled off the layers. Using his fingers as his eyes allowing them to venture across her flesh..