"She got up, unsure of herself while blindfolded."Walk over to the balcony, come here. Sit in this chair." People will see!" she squeaked.SMACK I slap...ed her ass hard. "I said no words unless spoken to. Did you not understand that?" Yes, sorry Master, never again." Come here and SIT!"She walked to the rail, and found the chair and sat in it. I had it facing the outside and no one could actually see, unless they were just standing there watching, which was ok too, I guess."Spread your legs!. You were supposed to be a PI if you owned a security company, at least that seemed to be the wisdom. Hey he liked to joke to himself, who couldn’t use a couple hundred million. September 11th had really increased his security business. Everyone was worried about terrorism, even third rate companies in a dying business. They paid him well to put people on gates, install security systems, and then run checks on employees. ‘OK, Sherri, who are you?’ He punched her name into another search program. But the skirt was so well cut that it immediately settled. It was like a deliciously tantalising tease. It moved, it threatened to expose my bottom and panties, and yet immediately settled before one could be sure what you saw. It's dress was an amazing creation!“Ready?” I looked at Michelle, swallowed nervously and nodded. “As ready as I am going to be.” All three of them laughed and giggled. They were so excited with their creation....me....Didi. “You are stunning babe, and you are definitely. .. alive." Hadvar said between gasps for breath. Carthalo leaned against a boulder, listening for the dragon's roars which grew steadily further and further away "I think we're in the clear." I just... a dragon!" Hadvar said with a tone of even greater disbelief."Should we go back, now that it's gone?" Carthalo asked."I don't think so." said Hadvar "Probably best if we get as far away from here as possible. That dragon might return and the Jarls need to be warned. Lets go." Hadvar began walking.