He stood for his inspection, and made sure he knew where he was in the list, before walking back to the cabin to leave the "stuff" behind. The cabin w...s an indulgence of his, not that he needed it; he lived close by, but there was a certain feeling that came with the ability to pretend (even for a brief moment) that he was someone else, living in a time long past.He quietly walked inside and left his container with the spare parts inside the door, grabbed his Rattan Long Sword and belted its. Smiling, Suzan spoke "No I'm not. My husband is Dusty Reynolds the Battlemage. This is normally his specialty and I guess he's rubbed off on me over the last four seasons. Looking at it as an outsider this is what I would have done. You have a mole in your manner and either the nanny is in on it or it's her," said Suzan."How do you figure that? She's been with the family for seasons. She's taken charge of the boy from the day he was born. Why wait until now when earlier when he was much younger. "Betty you work with, or Betty across the street?" I asked."From across the street," she replied, "I wouldn't go for lunch with Betty the Bitch."I laughed. Betty the Bitch was infamous for her workplace attitude. My wife disliked her very much but always talked about her."How is the old girl?" I asked."Stop calling her that...she's not much older than you," she chided.Betty had lived in the small house across the street from us long before we moved in. She and her husband, Phil, had told us. In fact, her mind was consumed with the thoughts of that long delayed O. But Linda was strong willed, she had set a plan for herself, and just like she wouldn't disappoint her ex, she wasn't going to disappoint herself now. She was on a mission - to be both the Dom and the sub that she needed so much. The Dom denied her the slightest touch until she was 'ready'. The sub dutifully complied.The sub in Linda knew there was only one way she was allowed to touch now (let alone cum) and that was.