" I hope tonight, but --"When I heard that part of the conversation my cock started to take over some of the thinking. Ok. If it's not too sore, it'll...happen again tonight."You did? Did it happen in you too?" Really? Wow, you're getting some without the mess." Deanna was laughing almost uncontrollably now, so I'm sure it was "girl talk" about being so wet and leaking afterwards."No, I don't think I want to let go." Yes, we've talked about you too. He said we had to let you know what was going. I took her chin with my fingers, lifted her face up and said:"You have done well Amy. I am very pleased."Amy's face lightened:"Really?" Yes", I added. "In fact, I am going to reward you for your effort."Amy's face reddened. She stared at the floor and bit her lower lip again saying: "Thank you daddy!"... It was late. Amy's room was dark except for three burning candles. Amy was standing in front of the bed still in school uniform. I was facing her, looking at her, her beautiful green eyes, her. Again a cannon roared and echoed down the loch to them, signalling their need to make all speed for the castle. Garreth had made his way across land in the night, sliding the birlinn over the rough, sandy ground, until it was in the waters of Loch Long. They had quietly rowed across, north of the castle, as Cameron Stewart had suggested. They went back and forth bringing men over quietly, until a hundred men were across. Peadair MacLeod had taken two birlinns with forty men in each and sailed. One hand gently caressing my plaything, my soft gentle touches paused only to feed her, or hold the glass of water to her lips.As the conversation continued, I wondered just how much attention my girl was paying to what was being said. I knew that whilst the hood muffled all sounds, it did not prevent hearing completely. Nothing my plaything could overhear could affect her training, so any snippets that were understood would do no harm. A number of dominants inquired if my plaything was to be.