Someone is traipsing around them right now."Tam Lin peered through the branches. "Is it Sir Guyon?" Not unless he's in the mood to pick flowers."Tam L...in slid down the trunk. There was a woman in a green cloak picking the roses that grew around the base of Old Oak. She paused before plucking a pair of buds growing from one stem."Ah," he said, "looks like I have some flower picking of my own to do. My lucky day. Of course, they're all lucky days for me. And yet I never get tired of it. Is that. He was not that masculine, despite his attempts to convince everyone to the contrary. He was an 18 year old youth with a faint resemblance to Ryan Philippe. The only thing large or impressive on him was the size of his dick (8 inches).When Hank, Sally, and Yasmin arrived, Reg was all spruced up. He was also naked, except for his slave collar. Sally winked at him and laughed when his cock stiffened in response. She then grabbed his meat and stroked it a little. He blushed as she groped him in. “I’m really sorry, I should have done this when I woke up this morning, but I completely forgot, and my breasts are kind of sore and they feel really full, and I know that you probably won’t want to but I just can’t do it myself, I’ve already had a manicure and I don’t want to ruin these nails, they were very expensive and I’m supposed to be going out with your father tonight and I would just feel horrible if I messed them up…”My ears were ringing, and so I didn’t catch all of her explanation,. I say hello and he doesn’t reply, he just holds his stare, regarding me deeply, making me feel more and more like a lost little schoolgirl in need of guidance. With authority and a hint of arrogance, he moves forward and past me into the lounge room, dropping his bag beside the door. I close the door and follow him, my nerves peeking.He swiftly turns around to face me again. His stare pierces through me. “Down.” He says with a sharp tongue, and just like that everything I used to know and do.