<strong> 'The Tools' Bedroom ~</strong><br/><br/>It was all well and good wasn't it. The trip over on a leaky dingy with a man who might have needed glasses he was squinting so bad. It wasn't like you could miss the bloody island.  It stuck right out in the channel like a big weather vein.<br/><br/>Oh and the lovely Miss Taylor who knew a man's thoughts and his sox size. He had more intimate conversations with her than anyone he'd taken to bed. He almost felt like he should send her a christmas card this year an mark her birthday on his calendar.<br/><br/>The staff were quant in the way of all gentry. People who had been here as long as the place itself. First names change but it was expected that when children grew up they'd be taking the place of their parents to do the serving and all.<br/><br/>A back pack and a suite case. Something for in house and things for outside. His own tool belt and that was a bit of work to get thru customs. He had a devil of a time explaining what he needed a circular saw on a island for. His tools, it was like putting on another man's underwear. Shocking to think anyone would consider it really.<br/><br/>Course he should have known better than to pack it with the whips and manacles. Some bloks are sticklers for details. Give 'em a badge and a whistle and they're immediately Sherlock Holmes. After two rounds of good cop bad cop he got all his tools back and then missed his train.<br/><br/>Well he was here now. Had the grand tour and amazingly wasn't late just not on time like he had hoped. Enough time certainly.<br/><br/>Eight was dinner.  He stripped out of his clothes in front of the full length mirror.<br/><br/>Vince was roughly handsome late 20's with an imposing physique. He kept his body deeply tanned by working. He had large white even teeth and a charming smile. His hair was thick black and wavy. Dark eyes that could freeze a sub or slave with a hard stare.<br/><br/>He looked down at his uncircumcised cock and said affectionately, "Now I think me friend I'll be puttin yah tu work for thu next six months."<br/><br/>He chuckled and stepped into the shower. It didn't take long to wash then get out and dry himself before dressing.  A button down shirt and black trousers with the only pair of foot wear that wasn't his boots. A black pair of hob nail ankle high boots spit polished.<br/><br/>He check the time. He was ready for dinner.<br/><br/>