"Good Morning, my Lord," the Castellan said, as I opened the right-hand door. "I didn't wake you, did I?" It's all right," I told him. "We slept a lit...le late this morning." I'll just set your breakfast on the table and return a little later, if that's all right, my Lord?" he asked."Yes, certainly. Return in a half hour or so," I assured him, as he entered, set the tray on the small dining table, and departed."I need to relieve myself, Master Ken," Sunshine told me after the Castellan had left.. Her soft neck beckoned me next, then her soft shoulders and upper arms, then moved to suck gently on her nipples until each hardened in my mouth as she moaned with implied approval. I moved lower on her short torso now encountering the elastic of her panties...they were pale blue, her favorite color, and I could see the bold outline of her triangle of hair. I gently tugged the garment down over the nicely broad hips and motherly belly, finally removing them altogether off her legs. My kissing. I don't want to give the impression that life was perfect, it wasn't. There were several clouds, "no bigger than a man's hand in our life." The first was that, it was rare to come home without finding several cars in our driveway. Cindy loved people and there were always people "just dropping by."I did a slow burn for a year or so then I blew up. Cindy's response was typical, "Why didn't you say something? I'll take care of it." I don't know how she did it, she continued to collect friends like. So instead she wore a calf length tartan kilt with a leather belt that hugged her hips and the fell away in a broad flair. With this she wore knee length pink woollen socks (because they looked fun) and her walking boots. Beneath her simple plain woollen jacket she wore a soft polo neck sweater – looking quite the country girl from a fashion magazine. For underwear, Beth wore a ‘Per Uno’ padded bra adding a full cup size to her a-cup breasts and a ruby red pair of silk shortie-style French.