“Bolt the door and drop your trousers I shall not tell you again,” she repeated. “Bolt the door and drop your trousers I shall not tell you again,” she repeated. “You don’t have some little woman hidden away then?” she probed. “A boy then,” she taunted mischievously, “I knew it, a sodomite!”
“No Madam.” I insisted. Her body had other ideas. “No tenderness, no consideration, no love, simply impregnate her like a bull serving his cow,” Lady Margaret insisted, “I shall of course supervise.”
“Are you content with this My Lady?” I enquired of Lady Jane. “That Miss Jane has a grin like a Cheshire cat, what the hell you done to her Hanson?”
“Ah well come to my room later and I’ll show you!” I laughed. “Ohhhhh Hanson!” Lady Jane gasped. But the bell soon summoned Bessie to the Dowager’s bedroom and then Bessie returned with the message that I was required.
