<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/24/23/63/2423639a7f18fcb5c750ee5a43baec26.jpg)</div><br/>Simon was brought up in one of the nicer areas of the western part of Auckland New Zealand, his parents four bedroom house was set on a half acre property surrounded by bushland so dense that you couldn't see the neighbours property even if they were just a dozen feet away, the sea was only a quarter mile away and the central city less than fifteen minutes away by car and unless you knew it was there he could easily have believed that Simon was brought up in a small town. He knew it wasn't as nice an area as the really rich parts of town , what he hadn't truly expected when landing this job in the States was working in an area where the worse houses were a match for the best houses back home...and the best houses were mind blowing.<br/><br/>The country club had given him a car along witha very handy map and while the car itself , a late model BMW was far better than anything he'd ever imagined owning he felt like he was driving around in an old banger while everyone else drove a supercar. Still there was one thing he was good at...well two things....sex and Krav Maga.<br/><br/>Simon got out of his car and was directed , by what he assumed was the butler , to Mrs Matthews Dojo. A dojo was promising he hoped that it meant she had some martial art experience, of course he wasn't here to teach martial arts as such even if Krav Maga was called Israeli Ju-Jitsu he looked upon it as Street Combat and in street combat there are no rules, no honour, just win as quickly and brutally as need be and that was why it was the prefect self defense system for women.<br/><br/>Simon was dressed in loose Grey training pants underneath were tight black training shorts which hugged every part of his body. He was wearing black sneakers and a very tight white t shirt with a small silver fern, New Zealand national plant.<br/><br/>His eyes lit up upon seeing his client she looked hot and he wouldn't say no to tapping her "Mrs Matthews a pleasure to meet you" Simon said with his hand out and a smile on his face, he'd slowed his speech a little when he discovered that kiwis spoke just a little too quickly for America ears, thou in his short time in America (four days) he'd discovered that the accent opened American legs to his repeated pleasure...a good start to his time in the States<br/><br/>"Impressive place you have here" he meant both the house the Dojo " Do you do any martial arts at all?" his eyes flicked along her form and he felt a stirring, he wouldn't mind pushing her to her limits and to his own.