CHAPTER SEVEN
In Which I receive unusual Christmas presents and am Trained to be an Obedient Puppy
“Take a good look at your new home,” said a male voice.
When I turned and saw the owner of that voice I realised why it had sounded familiar. It was John. I placed my hands over my quim but realised this left my breasts exposed to his gaze.
“Please don’t frighten me, John. Your humour is too dark for my liking.” Looking behind him and then searching the room with frantic eyes, I realised Margaret had melted away.
John stepped closer to me. It flashed across my mind again that he was a handsome young man but I was in no mood to dwell upon his looks. I saw he was wearing a loose shirt which was open at the front revealing a muscular chest covered in fair hairs, as well as riding breeches a
