By Charles Ryder
Stephen made me
very happy today. He explained how he was very impressed with my work under Mrs
Francis. She had apparently explained to him that I was now thoroughly
knowledgeable regarding all matters pertaining to the running of the house and
that consequently my services as a maid were no longer required. He also
explained that I should be schooled in the behaviour expected of the wife of a
senior army officer. He has discussed this with Mrs Francis and she is
apparently amenable to help ‘take me in hand’. He has also given Mrs Francis a
sum of money in order that I might be more appropriately dressed for my new
role.
“How long do I
have to wait before you tell the silly little bitch?”
Each word was punctuated
by a rhythmic thrust as I worked energetically on my Irish minx. I could feel
my manhood straining to bursting point. She was almost the exact opposite of my
juvenile wife, sexy, skilful and all the tricks of a whore, which she possibly
once was. At that precise moment I just didn’t care. I was right on the very
edge of a massive climax.
“Tell me again” I
whispered. “What are you going to do with Charlotte?”
