"Can I get you a drink Mark?" Miss Ruth asks. "Yes please, my regular." Master replies " And Miss Sarah," her eyes swing toward me again and I hold my...breath. " Perhaps I can get you a cup of tea to sooth those frazzled nerves." She certainly doesn't expect me to respond; she knows my true nature. I shouldsit silently and accept whatever her servants bring me. I should demure toher desires. I definitely am not expected to speak up. " No thank you Miss Ruth." I boldly proclaim," My nerves. Are you awake, or just between waking and sleep? A low, soft moan escapes your lips… I take this as a sign you’d like me to continue, so I do… kissing your lower back now. I begin kissing more passionately, licking more ardently as I trace my way across your flesh… always moving down. As I near your bottom, you shift in the bed… and I suspect you are now awake, but not wanting me to stop what I’m doing. So I don’t, and you arch up, lifting your bottom half from the bed… I lick around each. So, Ruth was destined to a life of normality, domestic quietitude and a gradual decline into the almost, anonymity of being an everyday housewife.Two events happened closely together to change that though. The first came after Ruth had been married for three years and was looking as if she would remain childless. Slightly desperate and more than a little harangued by her mother, blaming Tom for being unable to sire a child, she turned to her friends for support. Cindy, who had stayed in touch,. It would appear as if this Whithorn was a major pilgrimage site for them.This would be their first target then. As they marched south they cleaned up the small number of outlying camps easily. Scott discussed deployment with Gabrain. An important consideration was that the Ayrshire levies were untried in battle. While they had been trained, their years of enslavement were bound to have taken something out of them. He knew that the first sign of stiff resistance could have them running and.