I stepped close, helped her with the shoulder strap of the gown and whispered, “Your secret is safe with me.”
Reassured she scowled disdainfully, “God have mercy on you all, if I had half the decency I should, then I shoud take a knife and cleave out my whole heart.”
“And kill our child,” I whispered, “Murderer!”
She stared wide eyed, she had not even considered, “My god, surely not!” she thought as she realised although one could not get a child at first coitus it had not been her first. Sex Sarah’s honour wagered and lost. “Are you recovered?” she asked. “What are you doing?” she demanded. Father sighed, mother kicked his ankle and put on her best crocodile like smile and stepped forward as Lady Marchington stepped down from the carriage. I took away my hand and held my manhood, easing its tip among her lips and pressing, then I leant forward placing my arms beside her and took both teats between my fingers before I thrust mightily and squeezed her teats at the same time. “Carsson the under butler, Christmas eve,” she admitted, “It was a moment no more, a minute, agony then stickiness then he was gone.”
“Thank you,” I said, “For honesty.”
“And Scrubditch the gardener, that Polish ostler fellow,” Marchington added as he returned for the bottle of port, “She’s had more
