“Shall you see Mrs Jenkins?” I asked. Like cook she tried to escape me but I held her down, kept my recovering member inside her and when a moment had passed he swelled again. Sex I cursed her. “Move her things into my room, put the child in the nursery with Aurora,” I ordered, “My daughter with Cook,” I explained, “They can be brother and sister.”
Clarissa looked unsure but Cook swiftly seduced the child from his mother with a chocolate pudding and Ginger Ale. We ate a hearty supper. “Ten guineas, I shall bay you back,” she insisted. My heart sank. And thats how it was five years, one son. “It was his mother,” Clarissa said, “She threatened to disinherit my beloved if he did not finish our liaison and marry someone else.”
“Never speak of your beloved, his is the blackguard Pickering, or worse in my hearing.”
“He loves me, he only wished to help by easing my passage so you could mount me,” she said. I cannot to this day remember the colour of her hair, or her eyes. She cried out. “Which you shall repay by granting me favours at the rate of two pence per fuck!” I insisted.
