I've written this as a kind of open-endedconclusion to this story that I hope works. Hope you enjoy!--------------------------------------------------...---------I was brought to a surprisingly plain looking dinning room, one side ofwhich was a huge glass window that looked out over the grounds. The restof the room was minimalist, a large white dining table with eight blackchairs surrounding it. Aside from another door opposite the one I hadentered there was nothing else to speak of. Mr and Mrs. The costume he had selected for me this year was some sort of vaguely Peter Pan type outfit. A silly little hat, a short sleeveless tunic worn over a frilly white shirt, tights and knee length suede boots- the sort of thing a Principal Boy would wear in the average panto basically. As always great thought went into selecting exactly what tights to wear- I opted for a very sheer pair in a very light grey colour, which I thought showed off my legs very nicely. Worn with the tiniest of thongs and. " Oh, okay. Good to know." Finally, for now, when you aren't with her, we would like you toactually conduct some classes in self-defense for the staff, and Ms.Thomas may actually take part at times. Your official title is Trainer,so we think it would be good if you actually fulfilled some of that, butyour main job is as bodyguard, or perhaps companion to Ms. Thomas, andthat will always take precedence." Ah, I was wondering about the training aspect. That would be great." "Good, any. "Please do."Bond replied, she was visibly getting so horny from their bondage play.Barbarossa turned around on Bond, so all Bond could see was the back of her beautiful body,the curve of her spine and gorgeous hips, but of course, her eyes were drawn to the magnificent shape of her ample buttocks which rested gently against her stomach.She swiftly cuffed Bond's ankles to the bottom frame of the bed.She then turned back round, so was now facing Jessica as she sat on her."You're a natural at.