She habitually wore her hair in a page boy cut that framed a pixie like face with a little button nose. She had an easy smile which revealed a gap bet...een her two front teeth. Overall her face, even in middle age, gave her a look of youthful innocence. “Hi Angie,” I smiled, genuinely pleased to see her, “So, what you doing nowadays?” “Oh, they’ve asked me to help in the post room for a bit.” she replied, “Just part time, I’m still having to look after John.” “So, how is he?” I asked. Angie gave. What does my Master have up his sleeves? I pushed those thoughts out my head and started to get dress. Thirty minutes later I stand in front of Master ready for inspection. I’m wearing 5′ stiletto heels, black stockings with garter belt, lacy black panties, a short black skirt which just skimmed my buttocks, a lacy black 36C bra and a see-through, white lacy top which showed off my plump breasts magnificently. Master walked around me, glanced up and down then said “Good my pet but you’re. Looking up at her, he slowly stroked her silky, red wine hair.“Melody ... I’m ... I’m just glad you’re ok.”She kissed him sweetly on the forehead, saying, “I saw what you did. How you attacked Edward with my own sword.”“I ... I couldn’t help myself,” he admitted. “You’re everything to me. If he really had-”Melody silenced him immediately with a passionate kiss on the lips. Still cradling his face in her hands, she lightly ran her fingers along his cheeks and neck, her every touch conveying. I took a shower, changed into my interview clothes, and went to stand just inside my building door. Misfortune had bought me the building so I did not have to worry about anyone coming up behind me. My parents died in one of those faulty equipment industrial accidents. The bean counters thought the payout would be less than making financially unsound changes for something that might never be a problem. My parents had been successful and because of their background had led frugal lives. Their.