Jizz

"Show me," you demand in a quiet, but firm tone. "Show me those pale pink nipples. Show me what my hands cannot touch and my mouth cannot taste right now." Your words are an extended, low growl of need that buzzes along my nipples, hardening them, like a

GoneWildPlus

Sir, in these unprecedented modern times of staff demanding wages in excess of sixpence per day, I have had to make some economies. It would of course be foolish to run my brandy cellar low, but I note my instruction that maids must now share accommodatio

gonewanton

Sir, Lady B___ complains that our garden appears low status, demanding classical statues to remedy this. The stonemason quotes such an inflated price that I send him away at once. Maid Nora do then appear to offer drinks to my departing guest, and an idea

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