'I seed it all, Miss', Johnson related to Miss Martin hours later in what he considered to be suitably hushed tones, 'I seed 'em through an 'ole, that I did'.
'So you said', she replied distantly, having given him his monetary reward, but on this occasion offering no caresses.-'And what happened when they returned to the house? Were you able to follow and observe?'
'Ah now, that were difficult. Miss', Johnson responded, handling the gold coins she had given him as though there should have been more.-'In great danger of being caught out, I was, but as luck would 'ave it there was no gardeners about so I made me approach and got a peep through the drawing room window. There they was all at their ease, and Miss Bella flushed and pretty, but not seeming to say nay to anything that was put to her in words'.
'I trust she has not been indiscreet', murmured Miss Martin to herself.
'I'm telling of as 'ow they was talking', said Johnson rather impatiently, not wishing to be interrupted in the course of his colourful narrative.-'Not as I could 'ear everything, of course, but there was things said as about what 'ad gorn on in the barn, that I knows, and nary a blush between the lot of 'em'.
“They are crude people, evidently', Miss Martin said, pursing up her lips as though something distasteful had passed between them.
'Oh yuss, crude they was in that there barn. I never think as it is proper, Miss, to do it in front of others, do you?'
Not being unaware of the hopeful note in his voice, Miss Martin evaded giving that question a reply, yielding to a deliberate silence that Johnson found uncomfortable. In his naive way he had expected great praise and mayhap a raising of Miss Martin's skirts to accompany his lubricious recital.
'If you 'as any more tasks for me, Miss. And there's Miss Bella, too, as what you promised', he uttered soulfully.
'AH in good time, Johnson. I do not draw back upon promises, as you will discover. She will be sent or brought to you in due course. Such little matters take time to arrange'.
'And there's Miss Ethel, too', Johnson put in, though in a somewhat self-excusing tone of voice whereby to imply that he was merely ruminating.
'No, Johnson! That I will not have. You will receive what you will receive-no more, no less'.
'You, Miss, you'd be a better fuck than all the lot of them', Johnson uttered in such desperation that Miss Martin's lips curled with amusement.
'Would I? It may well be', she responded, though not in the same cold strain that she had previously used.-'Pray do not use such a term to me again, however'.
'No, Miss. Sorry, Miss. A man's feelings can run away with 'im, you know. I never 'card of the like of what went on there before, did you?' he asked cunningly, hopeful of drawing her forth.
'It takes all sorts to make a world, Johnson. Some people devour themselves with pleasure-as the Mistress does', Miss Martin added craftily, though her tone was one of great seriousness so that Johnson himself was quite put out to really know her mind, which was exactly what she wanted. The air of mystery in which she held herself, and such barriers as she put up against many of the pleasures of Venus in her own respect, had been a constant challenge to men other than him. In her perverse ways, Miss Martin thoroughly enjoyed the knowledge of such and (it may be said here) was never perhaps to know herself truly.
As to her primary aim in this peculiar affair, it was to gain an even deeper footing in the household of Easton Sherwood than she then possessed. Until this time she had manipulated only the girls who were inveigled into amourous pastimes, though-as we know-she had also pleased herself with Bella and, in lesser measure, with Letitia, of whom Miss Martin was secretly a little scornful. In her eyes a woman should be Mistress of her house, not subject to her husband's whims, and therein Letitia seemingly had failed while at the same time succumbing to the lusts of a manservant.
This 'reading' of Letitia's true character was a trifle unfair to her, since without Easton's urgings she would never have prostrated her charms to Johnson. Even so, the final judgement may well have been on Miss Martin's side, and the consequences thereof we are about to view.
Persuading himself that he was but biding his time as to Kate, Easton remained uneasy about Ethel's visit to his study and the interruption thereof by Miss Martin who, he feared, might have loosened his daughter's tongue to a point of indiscretion. When thus that lady entered his study on the evening of Johnson's journey, Easton felt a quiver of alarm and gave show of being busy with the papers on his desk.
'Kate is not yet ready then?' she asked with a strain of sympathy in her voice. She suspected Letitia's hand in the matter and the form of words she used were as akin to a code, since for a new girl to be 'ready' implied that she had undergone her initiations.
'It matters not. There is time enough', replied Easton gruffly, while becoming aware that Miss Martin was wearing a very seductive perfume.
'I suppose, yes', she said vaguely, trailing her tapered fingers along the front of his desk so that Easton found his eyes distractedly following them. A brief silence then occurred and Miss Martin asked, 'Ethel is growing nicely, is she not?' this remark causing Easton to flush.
'I suppose, yes', he answered, deliberately echoing her.
'Hot flushes and a tremulous obedience to the male betoken that she is on the verge of desire. Did you know that?' Miss Martin asked, circumventing the desk and coming to stand beside his chair so that her thigh brushed his own.
'Really, you should not speak so', Easton muttered.
'May I not? Even so, it is true. Forgive me for my forwardness, but were I permitted to call you by your Christian name sometimes how much would it ease and progress our conversations', declared she to the surprise of Easton who then immediately underwent another as she descended upon him and plumped her ripe bottom on his lap.
'My dear!' uttered he in confusion.
'I know, but it has suddenly come upon me. Oh, dismiss me if you will-cast me out! What use am I to you save to assist in the seduction of young girls, albeit that they are treated far better between us than they would be in rougher hands. When you possessed me, oh what a magical moment that was! It came upon me then that we could bed whoever we wished, between us. Confess it to me, for you have already willfully taken possession of my body. Bella, Ethel- whoever we wish'.
'Eth…?' choked Easton whose prick was already pulsingly responsive to the warm, resilient globe that rested heavily upon his loins.
'Her cunny is bubbling for cock, Easton. Dare I call you that? No one need know, no more than they do with your sweet foundlings. Yes indeed, I have resisted you before now, but I can do so no longer. Let me, too, be your plaything. Let us share them between us'.
'But, but, but… Letitia', stammered Easton. Unable to resist, he drew her luscious mouth to his and knew all manner of electric thrills as her parted lips issued their invitation, her tongue snaking passionately around his own before retracting again, and this deliberately, for Miss Martin knew he would seek more.
'Is she not otherwise engaged sometimes?' he was asked softly while her fingertips stole between the buttons of his shirt and the cleft of her bottom twisted about until his trousered prick nubbed perfectly between her plump cheeks.
'My god, what an incredible creature you are!' husked Easton, making vain attempts to take her mouth again, but finding his efforts shyly resisted.
Indeed, Miss Martin shook her head, gazed dolefully down into her lap and murmured brokenly, 'Forgive me, for I have been far too bold. So much has welled-up in me since you and I and Kate… Well, we did, did we not?'
'Paradise, ah Paradise', responded Easton, though rather from his loins than his mind. His hand cupped her titties, weighing the juicy pair, and no resistance offered.
'The gates thereof are still unlocked, Easton', came the soft reply while her breathing appeared to increase as he caressed her breasts.
'Yet always before…”
'Yes, I know. I was wrong. I thought only of your lady and the proprieties of marriage. How foolish of me when so much else happens within these very walls. What is propriety when opportunity offers so much? As for myself, henceforth you may do what you wish with me-or, yes, or cast me out', murmured Miss Martin giving her bottom another wriggle.
'My dear, I would never… ' Easton began, only to hear a rattling of his doorhandle, for upon her entry Miss Martin had slipped her hand behind her and surreptitiously turned the key.
'Easton! Are you in there?' came Letitia's voice, whereat Miss Martin leapt up and straightened her dress, leaving Easton to croak out a reply.
'I am busy, my dear. What is it?'
'I wish to talk with you-what else? Pray unlock the door, Easton'.
'I am just going', Miss Martin whispered hurriedly and men stepped across the room and performed the deed, almost colliding with Letitia who bustled in and glared at her as they passed one another.
“What is that woman doing in here?' demanded Letitia within full hearing of the departing one before she herself closed the door.
The-er-ah, the-Ethel's lessons, her future lessons. We were discussing them', stammered Easton who wished that he had not risen, for in any suspicious circumstances Letitia always looked in the same place first. And where she now looked was a very distinct and tubular bulge in his grey trousers.
'Indeed? With the door locked?' Letitia sniffed.
'In order that Ethel herself might not interrupt', Easton said all too quickly, and knew sadly that he was disbelieved.
'It is about Bella that I wished to speak, Easton. Are you aware that she sometimes goes about without wearing drawers?'
'Eh, what? Yes-oh, good heavens, I mean no, my dear! How came you upon such a discovery?' asked her husband who rather wished that he himself had.
Letitia stared past him, her eyes slyly seeking any evidence that Miss Martin might have dropped hers.
'I came upon her changing after her return from those friends of hers. Whom we have not properly met. That is how I know', Letitia said stiffly, though having said such- revealed such, as it were-she found herself at a loss. Until now, in the curious chiaroscuro of sexual pleasures they enjoyed, she had accepted the strange role of Miss Martin, though often with misgivings-and particularly now in respect of Kate. The erection that Easton was haplessly displaying was evidence enough that something was afoot.
'Have you kissed her?' she asked accusingly while doing what Easton most often dreaded of women (as do many males) by looking him straight in the eyes. The devil of it-Bella must have said something, in however casual a way, he thought. No doubt when she was standing in her bedroom showing her absence of drawers, Letitia had questioned her.
'Of occasion', he replied guardedly.
'Hah! And raised her skirts, too, no doubt in the process', sneered Letitia.-'What will you next do with the servants, eh?' she accused, quite forgetting her role with Johnson.
'Eh, what? Good heavens, I thought you meant Bella', responded Easton, thereby getting himself into all sorts of a pickle and adding hastily, 'Of course I have not, Letitia. She is an utterly cold woman, strange'.
'Oh, indeed, then you have found her cold, have you?' challenged Letitia who, like many women, could be extremely quick-witted in picking up words from an erring male.
'That is not what I meant, my dear', said Easton gruffly, his changing tone of voice causing Letitia to wilt a little, for she could rarely keep up a temper for long and had had a quick and rather horrid but moving vision of holding her bottom up to Johnson.
'Sometimes I do not know what is to become of us. Bella is becoming bold, you know', she said, leaning her form to his and thereby bringing one plump thigh into immediate contact with his throbber.
'Yes. I mean, is she?' Easton corrected himself. In such a tangle, he had almost begun to wish that he was celibate.
'We should marry her off, perhaps', Letitia said, moving her leg against his prick as if to seek that which Miss Martin evidently desired.
When two people have been long married and shared many turns and twists of life – not to say as many naughty adventures as had this pair – their minds tend to work together and indeed to anticipate one another.
'Or bed her. Have her bedded, I mean', Easton said, feeling her rump gently while their bodies pressed more meaningfully together.
'What are you saying?' Letitia asked quietly, rubbing her cheek in catlike fashion to his, for in truth little flashes of errant, unspoken desires frequently flitted across her mind. Passing her arms up around his neck, she received an equally fleeting vision of Miss Martin tonguing her up against her bedroom wall and wondered just how wicked one could become. At the same time, her mind remained extremely agile as she sought among the remnants of her suspicions as to Miss Martin.
'A passing foolishness. I do not know. Lie down on the couch with me, dearest, if we are to talk'.
'Lock the door again then', responded Letitia impulsively, for this seemed to her both a romantic and impulsive moment in which, moreover, she had superceded the efforts of Miss Martin-which belief took an ever stronger hold on her. Casting herself down, she raised her skins to her hips so that he might best know her mood and loosened her drawers Seeing such, Easton grinned happily, releasing his straining pego and falling beside her to have his cock immediately fondled while he in turn sought her plump Venus mound.
'When you introduce girls to gentlemen, it is nice for them. I mean, for the girls, is it not?' Letitia asked.
'Indeed, yes. Why do you ask?'
Letitia protruded her tongue wantonly between his lips. 'I do not mind when you do it with them-just the first time-do I?' she asked.
'No, my love. Our little arrangement works perfectly. In turn, Johnson does it to you, and well, I do trust'.
As ever, Letitia dipped her head shyly, but nodded. What she was about to say appeared to her quite monumental, and yet logical, too.-'I was thinking of Bella, dearest. It would get her out into the world. I do not mind girls, you know', she added, 'and Miss Martin would not be entirely suitable in such a case, would she?' So speaking she rubbed Easton's pulsing rod the more and made him flush with eagerness.
'You do not mind?' he echoed seekingly.
'She will be quieter if I am there. Oh, how awful of me, I know, but… '
Thrice now had Easton been astounded.-'At one moment, my pet, you are complaining that she does not wear drawers, and at the next… '
'I know, I know. A wickedness possesses me-yet scarce greater than we have done before. Is it?' Letitia asked with studied naivety while her drawers were being descended further by Easton's rather trembling hands.
'I cannot believe…!' he choked, whereon Letitia took on a look and posture that was at once beguiling and shy.
'Indeed, but it is only because we have never spoken of it before Shared, I mean', she said, whereat the two plunged immediately into such a passionate, loin-heaving embrace that it was long indeed before the couch ceased quivering.
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