” Her soft English accent stood out among all of the Scottish ones. Over the years his accent had blended with a Scottish one. “That obvious?” �...��Yes I could see you walking around like you didn‘t know what to do.” He laughed, slightly embarrassed that he looked socially inept. “I just don’t know many people here,” he excused himself. “New to Edinburgh?” “No I have been here since I was seventeen. Just new to the job.” “I am only visiting. I work at the office in London.” The woman began talking. But first, he had to prepare.It took an hour to get ready before he could dress. Before he didanything else, he slowly removed the mask. He wanted it to be the finalpart of his preparations, so he took it off and placed it on thestyrofoam head. Then he took a long hot bath, and shaved all the hairhe could manage, except for around his groin. He didn't plan to beshowing anyone his panties, anyway. Then he waxed his legs for an even,sheer feel. Finally he stood before the mirror and began to. Jeff had let Stephanie sleep for a while before training her some more. He wanted to make sure that she remembered the commands. She had, with only a few mistakes that brought a quick snap of the riding crop across the offending area. He was sure she was sore in a couple of spots, but not overly so. They had a chef salad as a late lunch/early dinner and afterward, a little more training. Stephanie proved herself well and now she was enjoying the fruits of her labors, grinding her hips and. ‘My Lady has brought me something I see!’ he kissed her again, and tried to peek in the basket, a little child looking for sweets. ‘A reward for good service from my handsome knight,’ she told him laughing. ‘In that case,’ and she shrieked as he swept her up into his arms, one secured behind her back and the other under her knees so that the basket could rest on her belly and her head (not so incidentally) on his broad shoulder, ‘I have found a small clearing where we may enjoy our repast.’.