Time to make someone reaaaaally happy!

"You will show yourself naked to another man," said Mr Karlsson. "No more than that. Where, how and who you decide for yourself, but he must have seen your whole body and he must know that you have seen him."

Lisa thought all night before her plan fell into place. Every morning an elderly gentleman named Mr. Stark wandered past their farm. He was an ex-soldier who had been injured during his time in the army and therefore walked with a cane, even though his age shouldn't require it. A few years earlier, his wife had died after a period of illness and now he lived alone in a small croft a few kilometers from the farm.

It had become something of a ritual for Lisa to greet him as he wandered by on the little road and he always smiled and took off his hat when he saw her. After he heard her sing while she was washing clothes, he started calling her "fauvette" - songbird in French, and praised her friendly voice.

Lisa had become fond of the easy-going, limping man. At the same time, she felt sorry for him, as his loneliness was so obvious. She wanted to give him something, a gift to lessen the loneliness. So why not combine it with Mr Karlsson's mission?

She knew his route inside out and knew that there was a small lake in the forest that he passed by. A few hours after sunrise, Lisa wandered there. With her she had brought a sponge to scrub her back with and a bath towel. Once there, she let her summer dress fall to the ground and looked at her reflection in the clear water. She ran her fingers through her natural blonde curls. Pinched the small, pink nipples until they turned stiff. She turned and looked over her shoulder to inspect her plump, pale bottom. She wondered what her master saw when she was naked in front of him. Was she satisfactory to his eyes? Did he want to caress and feel the smooth skin and soft breasts? Did he dream of fucking her shaved pussy as much as she longed for it? Did he prefer her rounder, fuller breasts or Sara's smaller, perky ones?

She dipped a red-painted toe into the water and shivered from the cold. Slowly, while shuddering, she descended. Waded out deeper until the water reached her thighs. She scooped some water over her breasts and felt the sensitive skin tingle. With a small inhale, she dove under the surface of the water and rose again a few meters away. Mr. Stark should be walking by soon, so she took her sponge and began scrubbing it against her back and breasts.

Lisa heard his footsteps approaching and felt butterflies flutter in her stomach. On an impulse, she started to sing the same happy summer song Mr. Sword had previously heard from her. She stood facing away from the road, her back to the water's edge where her clothes and shoes lay. A branch snapped behind her and she innocently turned around, the bath sponge against her collarbone so it didn't cover any of her nudity.

Mr. Sword stood there, leaning on his cane and his eyes wide. Graying hair showed at his temples, but his head was covered by his usual low hat. He stood frozen in front of her and for several seconds they stared at each other. His eyes drifted involuntarily down her face, to the bare breasts with the stiff nipples, and further down to the shaved pussy. His eyes stuck there for several, long seconds before his face turned red and snapped back up..

"Oh, Fauvette!" he shouted, twirling around while taking off his hat. "I'm so sorry! I heard your voice, but didn't realize…"

"It's okay, Mr. Stark," Lisa said, not having to fake the blush. She quickly waded back to the water's edge. "You couldn't know!" she said. "I’m the one who was careless. I should have remembered that you enjoy walking here!"

He continued to mumble excuses, shaking with shame. Lisa suddenly felt sorry for him. He had been caught in this game of hers. It wasn't right that he felt bad. She quickly dressed and walked over to his turned back. She put a hand on his shoulder.

"Please, Mr. Stark. It was my fault. You have done absolutely nothing wrong!" she said softly.

He calmed down enough to turn and face her. "Really, Fauvette? You don't feel intruded upon by my clumsy arrival?"

"Not at all. This is your road, Mr. Stark. I should have thought it through before I bathed. Please, don't feel bad. You did nothing wrong."

He calmed down and even allowed her to embrace him. She felt the hardness between his legs though, but said nothing.

Later that evening, Mr Karlsson let her swallow his entire load as a reward for her good work.

"You did a good thing, Lisa. Mr. Stark is a lonely man and needs all the glimmers of light he can get. I imagine it's been years since he last felt a woman's skin or mouth around his member. Your fifth mission is to rectify this . Use what you've learned so far and help him release his seed into your mouth. Help him remember the soldier who was nicknamed 'Stark' *(Swedish for ‘strong’)* by his field mates."

So the next day, Lisa repeated the same procedure as before. She went to the water in the forest, took off her clothes and waded out until the surface of the water tickled her thighs. But this time she was facing the road, her curly hair loose over her shoulders and her hands clasped in front of her. And so she waited.