This was as true in the photographer's studioas it was in the business office.Oh, yes, the modeling. Now don't I sound blas?? Don't be fooled aboutthi... either. At first I felt like the meat in a butcher's window, thenext minute I was getting excited about all the flurry of activity aroundme. Now don't get me wrong. You know, all those stories you hear abouthow the work of modeling is drudgery and the models nothing butclotheshorses? Well get real, it's great. Don't let anybody tell. Gave action to thought then and left the soaked panty-slit for a minute; to stroke and rub higher. To softly rub Lynda's ass-cheeks through the soft fabric, and when she gave a small sigh, slide his hand beneath the fabric and gently knead what he really wanted to plunder.And then: 'Lynda?''Mmmmhh?''Will you take off your panties for me? And lie forward; across my desk?'A few seconds inaction, and then her two thumbs hooked into the little piece of cotton's waistband and pulled it ever so. ‘Boys, it’s good tae see ye’s free again. My thanks tae ye Douglas. I knew ye’d keep them from the Gallows Pole.’ his face clearly showing the happiness of relief. ‘I have my ways of dealing with things, James, you know that.’ Douglas smiled at him, enjoying his sherry. James came to the desk and hugged his kin, then sat down in front of it, accepting a glass of whisky from the guard. He saluted Douglas, who returned the salute and they drank together. ‘Lads, bugger off home noo. The Earl and. He then administered a general anaesthetic and stitched up the wound while Patch was lying on his side."There," he said when he was finished. "All sorted. Give him a couple of weeks and I'll whip the stitches out and he'll be as right as rain."Victoria had been kneeling beside him throughout. Spontaneously she gave him one of her smiles and kissed him full on the lips.Toby rebounded thunderstruck."Thank you, Toby dear," said Victoria. "You've no idea what this horse means to me."Toby smiled. "I.