Like you being irrational.’ Chapter Two ‘Mr. Destin, this is Scott Aden. Your Sister said you were interested in some photography work.’ ‘Oh r...ght. Call me Owen, and yes, but did you get any of the details from Kate?’ ‘No, she got a funny look on her face and said it would be best if you filled me in. She mentioned something about a special and very unique opportunity though.’ ‘So that’s how she phrased it. So…well we need to get together and talk about my project and money.’ ‘I could come to. I undid the top of my dress, as though plucking the printed violets. The scent of the wild flowers was so strong in the air I might just as well have been. Languorously—nothing was quick in this heat—I obeyed the sun's request to warm my breasts. The sun rewarded me. I didn't need my fingers' caress to know my nipples were rising to the warmth and the unaccustomed exposure. I offered each in turn, relishing the sun's approval.My finger traced gentle patterns over them. Fortunately my long hair. But despite all of that, I never stopped for a rest. I couldn't dare to stop. I couldn't dare to disappoint him. I must do what he wants. I must let him use me as he likes.When he was talking on the phone suddenly he said "Do you know what I am doing now? I am sitting in front of TV with a beer in my hand and between my legs, there is a slut who willingly sucks my cock for about 3 hours without complaining. Yes, this is slut's house. Yes, she is a maid for me in her house."He was talking about. But I was enjoying myself and the possibilities.It was getting quite late, I had no idea how long I’d been here for. George went to serve the last of the customers and then locked the doors and put up the ‘Closed’ sign. It was just him and I now. No more interruptions.“I’m sorry if I’m keeping you, I’m sure you have to get home.”"No, no, not at all,” he said, picking up another kilt for me to try on.He got me to try on about three other different coloured kilts to see what I preferred. Each.