The view of the excavation of the gated community from the upper floors of the hotel was quite evident. One could plainly see the workers performing their expert duties. They were master craftsmen. What a grand idea this was.

Mistress Misty had her negotiations with Master Michael. She talked to him while was on a leash beside her chair in his office. She agreed to the one million dollar price of the house, with half of it paid now, and the other half paid upon completion. With good weather, we'd be able to move into new house sooner than we expected. During the negotiations Master Michael put in the contract that I was still to take care of the doc and all of the computers; otherwise the cost of the house would be doubled. Mistress whacked me on my pantied butt to emphasize the point.