Pleased is the wrong word; I was aroused. It was ten o'clock in the morning and I had hard-on.She was a striking young blonde with a really incredible...chest, long legs, a lovely ass and a ready smile. Her costume consisted of a tight-fitting yellow sweater with the company's name spread across her lovely front from pointed tit to upright knocker. It was banded with white just beneath her jutting beauties and left her well-toned middle bare down to her tiny waist and deep belly button where she. She put my feet on her lap. ‘Now close your eyes and allow my hands to soothe you.’ I again obeyed, my body melting slightly at just being touched, even if it wasn’t sexual. Just real human contact weakened me. She gave a gentle foot massage to my stocking-clad foot, which seemed rather unorthodox and yet I really enjoyed it, as she continued talking, her voice mixed with her tender touch allowing me to shift into a tranquil state. ‘Sleep, Katherine, sleep. Allow your mind to leave you and come. The animals need a brushing and some good grain.”I nodded to Rory’s expertise. He was the wagon master. At the livery, we caught Shaw as he was closing up.“Hello, Shaw!”“Mr. Paul? Hello. I’m sorry about your loss.”“Our loss?” I wasn’t sure if the word had gotten out.“Yes sir. I mean the death of Mr. Mick. He was a fine man.”“Thank you for that Shaw. We’d like to put up the mules for the night and have them brushed and fed,” I said, pausing for a long time. “Mick’s body is in the back. It’s. “What’s a, I mean who was Rigby?”He almost laughed. “Oh, it’s a town, up in Canada, and an old English name, an admiral I think, way back, my mother’s family, goes back, I don’t know, hundreds of years. We’ve got this crest in a frame hanging on the wall.”“No kidding. My name’s Baker. That’s about as ordinary as they come.”Rigby nodded and chewed. As usual it was peanut butter and jelly. His mother had complained about both of those being rationed so his sandwich was rather thin.Marie opened.