After, I cleaned up the kitchen and then I locked myself into the bathroom to clean-out and clean-up so I'd be ready to serve master sexually. Just a... i was about to jump into the shower there was a knock on the bathroom door. It was Master; he needed some towels for his bathroom. He remarked how unnecessary it is to lock the door since his adult c***dren where not at home. I always lock the door out of habit for sometimes they return unexpectedly. I would never want an indiscretion of. This is where Mrs. V keeps her panties. There’s nothing particularly special about Mrs. V’s panties. They aren’t red satin thongs or crotchless and leopard printed. Those aren’t fit for her anyway, they wouldn’t match her. The thing I know about Mrs. V that appeals to me is that I don’t know much about her. I know her exteriors, I know her friendly social housewife persona. But that’s a classification she molded herself into and will preserve, right down to the underwear she chooses for. The way that he looked at her made her uncomfortable, but Tamara was steadfast on not becoming one of his groupies. She kept up the conversation at her table, sharing stories about some of her memorable campaigns, while trying to ignore him. Kent did the same at his table, keeping the conversation flowing, even though he could not tear his eyes away from Tamara. Before joining them for dinner, she exchanged her dark Armani suit for a tropical floral print slip dress, that he thought. Scott found himself becoming increasingly fond of the girl, her lively personality, intelligence and looks making that quite easy indeed.The next stop was Inveraray. Inveraray had always been one of Scott's favourite places in his own time and nothing about the ninth century had changed that. He and Gabrain met with the settlement's builders and sketched out a design for a house using concrete. He had decided that he wanted his main house to be here and with some irony he chose the site that.