Even if some details have been altered, we should be able to trace her.’ ‘How do you know that she was Scottish?’ ‘Paul studied in an Edinburg... boarding school. Even though Tony Blair studied there, the Fettes College isn’t Eton. Can you book two seats in the next plane to Edinburgh?’ ‘Why just two? Won’t Veronica come with us?’ ‘She doesn’t like Scotland very much, and she has already agreed to replace us as the janitor of the Astarte Nunnery while we are abroad.’ ‘Ok, so we will save some. . Nearly half an hour of specific picturesfrom all angles followed, after which I put my clothes back on. We madeour way over to his desk where he had a large monitor set up facing us,several dozen sizes and types of implant material sitting next to it. Heinvited us to feel and play with the samples to get an idea of what theywould be like, while he set the computer up to display possible changes.It was a bit like watching one of those character select screens from acustomization in a video. She loved the Harley and she loved holding on to me. She loved the power and the motor's vibration. She loved the wind in her hair. I ordered shrimp and lobster for each of us. She ate a lot for her size. She had three biscuits. I ordered a beer for her and a Coke for me. We rode back and I told her that I needed to go shopping on Saturday and I wanted her to go with me.She was very excited about shopping. I asked if she could spend the night the next day and she said she could. I said I was. "A very good one." Nyssa slid her feet apart and tilted Laura's head back. "Another week, and I will have enough to spread to other students in the school."She pulled Laura towards her. Laura breathed deeply, shivering as she smelled her Mistress' arousal.Nyssa grinned. "Mmm, you like that, don't you, slave? You like the smell of my pussy." She tightened her grip on Laura's hair. "The more I keep you from it, the more desperately horny you get and the more pleasure you feel. Isn't that right?".