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Back at Lizzie’s cottage, I acted as her labourer while she supervised. Things that had homes were put away for the first time in what could have been months, and things that didn’t have homes were either found one or discarded. It became a little fraught at times when Lizzie came across something that held a special memory of my brother, and even if it appeared to no longer have any practical use or purpose, Lizzie was most reluctant to throw it away. Now was not the time to play the wicked brother-in-law, so we did our best to find a place for whatever it was.
Sometimes, however, I stood my ground and insisted that Will’s old and worn clothes and boots had no practical purpose and it was not like Lizzie could wear them. His best suit, the suit he was married in, of course we kept, but most of Lizzie’s treasures were small and tangible, like photographs and Will’s hair brushes and the shaving kit that he didn’t take into the army with him. However, by the time that we had finally tidied everything up, we both agreed that the cottage no longer felt like a home: it was a space that Lizzie occupied but didn’t feel like she belonged in.
I had been giving this matter some thought, even while en route to Scotland, before I knew all the circumstances, but I thought that I would wait and see how things were before I said anything to anybody. We had decided to postpone the trip to Perth until the next day, so with the cottage back in better shape than it had been, I walked Lizzie back to my parents’ cottage. I then waited for my father to return home again before broaching the subject I had in mind:
“As I see it, being alone in the cottage is part of Lizzie’s problem; as we found out earlier she does’nae really feel comfortable there anymore and she should’nae be alone anyway. What I’m proposing is that she gives up the cottage and at least for the time being she comes tae live here.”
“I have nae objections to that, Son, if Lizzie does’nae, but what did you mean by ‘at least for the time being.’ I know what that means, but no what you intended.”
“Fair point, father! I have been pondering this situation and I want tae ask Lizzie how she sees her future panning out; and especially if she has ever considered leaving not only Ladybank, but also leaving Scotland. This may be sudden, but I believe that I can get her a job wi’ Sir Walter and Lady Maude at Wilburly Hall. As I told you, Mary the cook has recently got married and has reduced her hours and her duties, so if Lizzie can cook reasonably well, she can apply for Mary’s job an’ live in her old quarters; I will of course be there, too, tae keep an eye on her. You din’nae have tae decide about it right away, Hen, it is something tae think about if you do decide that you want tae make a fresh start.” Lizzie sat quietly and seemingly deep in thought, nobody pressured her about it, although I’m sure everyone had their own thoughts on the subject.
“I have tae say that I’m tempted, Tommy, I love your Ma and Pa as if they are ma own blood, but I think that, like you, I probably need tae get away from here as I can’nae see it offering me any kind of future. I am a fair cook, I think, but I’ve never had tae cook fancy meals like they might expect: do you think your friend Mary might help me until I feel more confident?”
“I’m sure she will, Lizzie!”
“In that case I suggest that when we go tae Perth tomorrow, you try an’ talk tae your employers an’ see what they have tae say. If they are willing tae gi’ us a chance, then I’m prepared tae take it!”
“Aye, Hen, gi’ it a go!” my mother said, reassuringly, “And if it does’nae work out, you know that you’ve always got a home here!”
That night Lizzie once again shared my bed. We didn’t do anything, but that wasn’t because I didn’t want to!
Privately owned motor vehicles were still fairly thin on the ground in my part of Scotland at the end of the 1940’s, so we relied on public transport to get us around. The train line that ran through Ladybank continued north through Perth and even further up through Scotland or down to Edinburgh on it’s route south. The local trains were reliable, reasonably speedy and relatively inexpensive. They may not have been as frequent as we wished, but overall it was a good trade off. I wanted to leave fairly early, as I needed to either telephone Oxford or send a cablegram from the Post Office in Perth and then either have to wait for an indeterminate time for a reply or return to the Post Office later in the day; arriving there at about ten-thirty, I opted for the former, again making the long distance call from the General Post Office.
With manual switching via human operators, I finally made a connection with Sir Walter’s office, only to be told by his secretary that he was unavailable to talk to me. I therefore gave the secretary a rather explicit message to pass on to Sir Walter, requesting that he leave a reply to my enquiry, should I call back in several hours time. This delay in communications is one of the things that frustrates me most, and I sometimes wonder how anything productive ever gets done! Perhaps one day somebody will invent a system that speeds up the process, but I don’t know if I will ever see such a thing in my lifetime! But there were still more pleasant matters to attend to.
Lizzie and I walked the streets of Perth until we came across a likely looking ladies outfitters. By this time she had been able to wash her hair with a medicated shampoo, which had restored it to it’s original lustre; and not only did her fair hair look nice, it smelled nice, too. For most people in our walk of life, clothes shopping was a very infrequent event. For many women with limited financial means, the options were often ‘make-do-and-mend’ at one end of the range, with hand made clothes at the other. My mother, I know, sometimes went for several years without buying anything new, with the possible exception of undergarments which were generally made of less robust materials, and hence were subject to greater wear and tear. Men’s clothing is no different and unless the man worked in, say, on office, buying a new suit could literally be a once in a lifetime purchase, and that occasion was often for his wedding. Passing clothes from one family member to another was therefore a familiar and oft repeated occurrence.
It was no wonder, then, that Lizzie approached the process of acquiring new clothes with both excitement and nervous anticipation. Imagine, if you will, entering a greengrocer’s shop when you know that you can buy only one piece of fruit. Faced with that choice, surely you would want to examine every piece in the shop before you made your choice. I was reminded that when living in a household with people like Lady Maude and Davina Atherton, who had the means to buy almost anything they wanted on a whim, one was prone to forget that not all women have the same freedoms that affluence allows.
I think Lizzie would have spent all day in the place, examining each item in detail, and then going back to the beginning and starting again. However, her reveries were interrupted by one of the female shop assistants whose job it was to help the customer to decide what to buy. This was essentially Lizzie’s province and I was only there to pay for her purchases and then carry them afterwards; and even if I was asked my opinion, it probably wouldn’t be acted upon.
“May I be of assistance, Madam?” the assistant asked, after no doubt seeing the wedding band on my companion’s finger.
“Er, yes, I require some ladies, er, undergarments.”
“I think I understand; if Madam would care to step this way, I can show you the range of items we carry in stock. Would Sir care to wait, we have some seating over there?” she said, pointing towards a line of not particularly comfortable looking chairs. However, knowing my place, I walked obediently towards them and sat down.
From my seat I could see but not hear Lizzie being shown the contents of a series of wooden drawers, and as she looked at each one she would invariably shake her head and move on, although at one of the drawers I saw her nod and then the assistant removed one or more items. At this point she looked in my direction and beckoned for me to join her.
“Tommy, she wants tae know if there’s anything else?” she said in an almost whisper.
“I can’t answer that, I’m afraid! However, I’m sure that from seeing the condition of your other things, there must be something else you need. How about that thing you had on when I arrived, was that the only one you have?” She nodded. “Then get another one of those, too. What about brassieres?”
“I don’t really need them, Tommy; there are better alternatives in ma case.”
“Then get an alternative: if one isn’t enough, get two. I’ve only ever seen you in a dress, Lizzie, is that all you have? I ask this because Mary told me once that the kitchen can get uncomfortably hot at times, so you might want tae consider an alternative tae dresses.”
“Such as what?”
“I’m no really sure, but Mary can advise you and you din’nae need tae buy everything at once, so you can take your time tae think about it.” She nodded.
“Perhaps a skirt and blouse, as an alternative tae a dress. I know a lot of lassies nowadays wear trousers, and I think I might like tae try, but if I’m going tae work, that can be something for when I’m earning.”
“It’s your choice, Hen, but how about a couple of blouses? And I think at least one more pair of good shoes.” She frowned a little, but then she said:
“I feel bad about spending all this money, Tommy, but I do appreciate it—and as your Ma says, it’s yours tae do with as you will!”
So we left the shop carrying the purchases; the clothes wrapped in several neat packages tied with string and shoes in a separate box. I thought that she would need more clothes in time, including a winter coat, but for the time being we had the essentials required for everyday living.
The next port of call was the Post Office, where I put through another call to Sir Walter, where I talked to the same secretary as before:
“Sir Walter has left you a message, Mr Campbell. He says, and I quote:
I trust your judgement regarding the matter of the new cook. You can bring the young woman back with you when you come. Arrange your own travel requirements and charge them to the company, if necessary. If I may make a suggestion, take a train to Edinburgh, then a flight to London, and from there another train to Oxford. If you can get there during working hours, I’ll have someone bring you back to Wilburly. There is no hurry, so stay until early next week.
“Sir Walter also stated that if you require funds for expenses, instructions can be given to a specified branch of the Company’s bank; otherwise pay for anything from your private funds and you will be reimbursed, so keep all the receipts. Will that be all, Mr Campbell?”
“Yes, thank you, for now. And thank you for your assistance.” I closed the connection and turned to Lizzie: “Sir Walter said that I am tae take you back wi’ me, early next week. That means we hav’tae put your affairs in order here and arrange for travel. Have you ever been in an aeroplane before, Lizzie?” I already knew the answer to that, but I wanted to see the expression on her face when I said it.
“What! No. Really?” I smiled.
“Yes, really! We will have tae take a train to Edinburgh and from there tae the airport, then catch a flight tae London and from there another train tae Oxford, before the final leg tae Wilburly Hall. We will no doubt be on the move, one way or another, for most of the day.”
“And what about all ma things, Tommy?”
“That we’ll need tae think some more about. Is the furniture yours, or did it come wi’ the cottage?”
“Mostly came with, but I’ve a few things that were wedding gifts, and such like, and you know about the things of Will’s that we sorted out yesterday. Apart from that, it’s just clothes and there’s no many of those.”
“Is your rent paid up tae date?”
“Aye, sometimes Mr Gilchrist has tae wait a week or so for it, but I’m never that much in arrears. I din’nae know if he requires notice, Will arranged for the rental and it never came up in conversation.” I nodded.
“We have enough time tae sort that out. And with regard tae your personal things, we’ll get as much as we can in two suitcases and I’m sure Ma and Pa will give eye tae the rest until you can make other arrangements. Is there ought else that you can think of?”
“Nae, no really—there’s already such a lot tae think about! You know that I come from over Auchtermuchty way originally, and for most of ma life I’ve either lived there or here—and even though I’ve got nae other kin or ties, apart from your Ma and Pa, it will still seem strange leaving and starting over in England.”
“I know, Hen, and I suppose that I was fortunate in that I first moved away when I signed up during the war. There were also hundreds of other men in my position, so we supported each other; and of course wartime forces you tae do things that you would’nae otherwise have done. But you’ll adapt, Lizzie, and like I said, I’ll be right there tae help you.”
“Aye,” she said, “I’ll manage!”
I wouldn’t say that the rest of my stay in Ladybank was hectic, but there was enough to keep me busy. Lizzie gave notice on her cottage and Mr Gilchrist, her landlord, generously allowed her to leave right away without further payment; even giving her time to clear out her belongings. Somehow my parents managed to find room for the things that she couldn’t take with her, mostly in my bedroom.
Since I was paid by Sir Walter from his personal account, which was held with the same bank as his Company’s accounts, I had also opened an account with them and advised Lizzie to do the same. All this meant was that it was relatively easy to ensure that I had sufficient funds available to purchase all necessary fares.
I had the suitcase that I had brought with me and we acquired another one for Lizzie, but because of her having so few clothes we deferred packing as long as possible. Naturally enough she and I had become very close, but I was wary of starting down a path that would lead us into a much more committed relationship. I don’t think either Lizzie or my parents would have objected to this, but do not forget my involvement with Lady Maude Erskine-Taylor whose husband was my employer and benefactor, and under whose roof Lizzie and I would both be residing. Lady Maude had apparently reconciled herself to sharing my sexual favours with her daughter, but would she be so understanding of a similar relationship with Lizzie, and would Lizzie?
Before I knew of my sister-in-laws plight, I think that I could easily have become emotionally involved with Mary, whereas my involvement with Lady Maude was essentially based on the giving and receiving of sexual gratification; however, I guessed that Lizzie would want more than that; in fact, a direct replacement for my brother. I could understand this, as she had now been widowed for almost three times as long as she had been married. I cared for Lizzie, in the same way that I cared for Mary, Davina, and to a lesser extent Lady Maud; perhaps even more so, and the thought of causing her more emotional pain drove my reluctance to let myself become too close to her at this time; although I strongly suspected that she had already become somewhat dependent upon me.
My father began work quite early in the morning, so on the day of our departure Lizzie and I were up and about in time to say our farewells to him. He is a strong man, in both mind and body, but he has never been afraid to show his feelings towards his family, which now included his widowed daughter-in-law. No tears were shed, at least by him, but he left us in no doubt about his depth of feelings.
After giving us a hearty breakfast, my mother accompanied us to the railway station; fortunately within walking distance, as I had carried both suitcases. Mother’s goodbye was equally as effusive and heartfelt and I left her with the promise that I and Lizzie would return, and that I wouldn’t leave it so long the next time. There is little of interest to report of our train journey to Edinburgh, so I won’t bother.
As most of our fares were being paid for by Sir Walter I was in an extravagant mood, and so we took a taxi cab across the city to the airfield, which was still under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Defence, with British European Airways operating the commercial daily flights to London. It was my first time in one of the Vickers Viking aircraft, which I believe was a peace-time development of the trusty Wellington bomber, and after flying exclusively military aircraft I was impressed by the level of comfort and the service provided by the carrier. I am not sure whether or not Lizzie was as impressed as I was, but she spent most of the flight south gripping either my hand or the armrest of her seat; although she never once gave voice to her discomfiture.
From the airport we made another necessary connecting jaunt to Paddington Station where we boarded the Oxford-bound train. The whole thing had been somewhat of an eye-opener for the young woman from Perthshire who had spent her entire life thus far in semi-rural Scotland, and whose whole world up until then had consisted of a small mining village. In less than one short week she had acquired employment in another country and agreed to move over four-hundred miles from the cottage that had been her home for the last ten years or so to a grand English country house. I had travelled much more extensively and I thought it a pity that she hadn’t had the time to really experience her new world as we journeyed through it. I hoped that Oxford, and in its turn Witney and Wilburly Hall, would have the same impact on her that it had had on the visiting American Albertson family. I had had time to telephone Sir Walter from Paddington and informed him of our expected arrival time and he assured me that someone would be waiting at Oxford Station to take us on the same journey that I myself had made many times before.
I vaguely remembered the man who Sir Walter had sent to meet us as being someone I had seen at the Oxford offices but never spoken to in person. He was probably in his early-thirties and introduced himself as Bill Jennings and he seemed quite pleasant; although I didn’t much care for the way that he eyed up Lizzie. He led us to a waiting Humber Super Snipe, taking one of the suitcases from me and placing it into the back of the car, leaving me to manhandle the other. Lizzie and I occupied the rear seat for the duration of the journey. I had tried to describe Wilburly Hall to Lizzie the best that I could, but I couldn’t adequately express the words its restrained grandeur deserved.
“Oh, my, this is grand, Tommy!” she exclaimed as the house first came into sight.
“Yes, it is beautiful, isn’t it, and within it is just as grand as its façade. And don’t be intimidated by Sir Walter and Lady Maude; they extend the same courtesy and respect to their employees as they do to their social equals; you treat them right and they treat you right, I’ve always found.
“Can I ask you to take us around to the rear service entrance, Mr Jennings, if you don’t mind? Take the road to the left of the house.” This road led to the former stables and was surfaced with the same gravel as the wide drive that led to the house; one needed to drive slowly when using it. I instructed him where to stop and we retrieved the cases.
“Would you care to stop for refreshments, Mr Jennings?”
“No, thank you, Mr Campbell, I should really be getting back.”
“Well, thank you for delivering us, Mr Jennings.” He smiled: “My pleasure!” he said, while once more looking at Lizzie, I thought lasciviously. I picked up the suitcases again.
“I’ll give you the guided tour out here later, but for now we should go inside so I can introduce you properly to your new employers.”
Her gaze was everywhere as we passed through the kitchen, which was easily the same size as the whole ground floor of her former home. I left the suitcases near the service staircase on our way through to the hallway and the rest of the downstairs rooms. We stopped in the ornate entrance hall, where Lizzie paused for a few moments to straighten her clothing and to check her hair in the large hallway mirror.
“How do I look, Tommy?” she quietly asked.
“Like a queen, Hen!” She smiled.
I knocked on one of the double doors of the drawing room which Lady Maude frequented most often, and without waiting for a reply, opened them slowly.
“Mrs Elizabeth Campbell, Lady Maude, Sir Walter!” I announced. Lizzie curtsied, which made Lady Maude smile.
“There’s really no need to do that, my dear! Come and take a seat. I’m sure that you must be tired. Thomas, would you mind making us all some tea while I talk to cook?”
“Of course, Lady Maude; and while the water is boiling I’ll take Lizzie’s luggage up to her room.”
By the time that I returned with the refreshments, Lady Maude and my sister-in-law were chatting like old friends—well, that might be a slight exaggeration, but Lizzie seemed much more relaxed than she had been.
“I don’t expect you to start working right away, Elizabeth—or Lizzie, as you seem to prefer—but Mary, our former cook was here earlier to prepare tonight’s meal, and she said she would come back later to cook it. I thought that that would be a good opportunity for you to meet her and to find your way around the kitchen. And if Thomas doesn’t mind, he can dine with you tonight as well.” Lizzie nodded.
“Thank you, Lady Maude; that seems like a good idea!”
“Well, I hope that you will soon settle in and at that you will also be happy here, my dear. Thomas, why don’t you show Lizzie to her quarters now; she should find everything that she needs up there. So, goodbye for now; relax before Mary arrives!”
“Yes, and thank you again, Lady Maude, and you, too, Sir Walter!”
In the past the live-in staff had been lodged at the very top of the house, in what was quite basic accommodation, but when Mary had become the only employee in residence, she was allocated what had once been one of the bedrooms reserved for house-guests, which was much more comfortably appointed, as I had discovered during my nocturnal visits. I think Lizzie was also taken aback by the furnishings and fittings that she found in her new quarters, which were probably of a much higher standard than anything that she had ever known before. She almost gasped as she sat on the edge of the bed and sunk into the depths of the mattress. There was also a large freestanding wardrobe made of attractively figured and polished wood, an equally well-made dressing table with drawers and a large mirror, together with an upholstered stool to sit on, plus, marvel-of-marvels, her own hand basin with plumbed-in taps, supplying cold and hot water! Lizzie also knew about bathrooms with inside lavatories, of course; she’d just never stayed anywhere that had one—and now there was one apparently for her sole use only feet from her bedroom! So no more getting up on a cold winter’s morning and having to go out into the yard to use the privy!
“This is almost perfect—the only thing missing is a man tae keep me warm at night! D’ya think that there’s any chance that you could be that man sometimes, Tommy? I’ve kind of gotten used tae sharing your bed this past week.”
This wasn’t the time to tell her about my previous relationship with Mary, so I just said:
“Perhaps, Hen, but you must understand that our circumstances are different now. We have duties and obligations that prevent us from doing things we might want tae. I’m no saying never, Lizzie, but I can’nae promise anything!” She looked a little disappointed, but she nodded her head: “I understand, Tommy.”
“But I’ll tell you what, Lizzie, I can stay wi’ you now until Mary comes back. You can lie in ma arms and we’ll get some rest until then. Mary’s a grand lassie, Hen, and I think the two of you can become great friends!”
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Hi myself George()I’m a freelance call boy in Chennai. My age is 22. This is my 4th encounter. Rest 3 encounters have not been posted due to privacy issue of the clients. Only my 4th client has agreed to post it. Let me start I had posted ad in *** dating website 6months ago. I waited for some time I haven’t received any mails after 15 days I received a mail stating that I need your service. So I said my terms and conditions that before I start my service first meet me in person spend some time...
After Our Life Swap (Prestige and Service) By Susannah Donim A wealthy man decides to trade places with his maid, but what happens next? [This is fan fiction; an homage to my all-time Fictionmania author, the great Belladonna. "Life Swap - Prestige and Service" is probably my all-time favourite Belladonna story. One of the things I love most about her work is how she often leaves the ending dangling, so we can all enjoy imagining what would happen next. Will the continuation be...
Time had passed quickly and nineteen-year-old Lucy was now firmly in charge of forty-one-year-old Jackie. It didn’t matter that Jackie was the landlady and that Lucy was renting a room in her house from her because Jackie relished being subservient to Miss Lucy and very happy that the teenager was making all of the decisions for her, and imposing pain-filled disciplinary measures for even the slightest failure to do as she was told. More recently, Jackie would ask Miss Lucy in the morning if...
SpankingI was nervous and barely slept last night. All I could think about was the months and months that had gone into making today happen. I would say there are many jokes about this service in the media. But I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to give up ten years of my life, no matter how thrilling it may seem. I reread the email confirming my drafting into service multiple times last night. Dear Michael, Congratulations, you have met all of the qualifications and are now drafted into the...
Room Service I am a very feminine boy and I love naughty girly sex. I am very slender with long dark hair and I look like a girl. I love being girly and pretty. I was staying in a hotel in San Francisco. It was late and so I had a bath and ordered room service, a sandwich and a bottle of wine. I was feeling very horny and I wanted to have sex with somebody. I laid on my bed, naked, feeling oh, so sexy after my bath. I ran my fingers up and down my smooth skinny...
In service – Maid to order? Steph Deehan 2010Chapter 1 – Johnny enters into service of Mistress Annettte?You will need no clothes for the next six months. Undress and throw your clothes in the bin.? John instantly obeyed. While undressing he furtively glanced at Annettte, the raven-haired beauty he had met on the internet and eventually in person a few weeks ago. Soon he stood naked before her.?Kneel and kiss my boots.?Eagerly, John did as he was told, savoring the rough feeling of the leather...
What would the Best Pill Service entail if you were in charge? That’s something of a rhetorical question and I hope you keep considering it as you read this review, because this next shop aims to meet the definition. I mean, hell, it’s right there in the name! It ain’t uncommon for websites to call themselves the best in whatever category they occupy, whether they’re claiming to be the best free lesbian tube, the best online dick-pill store, or the best premium casting porn site. To be fair,...
Male Enhancement Pills(This is a sequel to the story 'Evil Life, Evil Wife. In order to get the full experience and understand the story and setting properly, please read the prequel first. Thank you!) Every little thing of the past few hours had been a heated blur. Blood. Fire. The smell of ashes. The nasty grasp of frostbite. Hands, tensed up into fists so tightly that they threatened to obstruct the flow of blood to his fingertips. Echoes of screams, ringing through his ears. His own voice, the voices of...
Dexter was in a bad mood. The previous evening, his anniversary dinner with his wife had been interrupted three times by Mark, and once by Janet’s boss. Mark kept calling during the commercials of some television program he was watching. He wanted to get some project numbers that he believed Dexter could look up on his computer at home. He didn’t seem to understand the flat declaration that Dexter was not available to go to his computer to look up things since he was in a restaurant having...
An adult story involving bd/sm/ds and forced feminization. If this offends, read no further. In Her Service #4 He is plunged into darkness as the hood is slipped over his head and quickly realizes the eye openings are covered by a blindfold. He begins to plead with her "please ma'am, you really don't need to do this. I promise I'll be better." Hearing his pleas as she pulls the hood tight, she can't help but smile a bit. Reaching for the gag she brings her mouth close to...
Hello friends ye meri story ka 1st part hai. Har story mein har alag clients ke sath huye incident ke baare mein aap logo ko bataunga. Main ek massager boy hoon. Mera koi saloon ya koi particular place nahi hai. Main meri massage service pure India mein mere clients ki city mein unke ghar ya koi hotel mein provide karta hoon. Abhi tak 34 ladies (married) aur 13 unmarried girls ko apni massage service de chuka hoon. Jinme se 21 baar maine mere clients ko unki permission ke sath full hardcore and...
She knocks twice, then twice again and calls out “Hello, room service!” just like she has learnt during her half-day of training for this job. She has learnt to say “yes”, “right away”, “of course” and “not a problem”, followed by “sir” or “ma’am”, and she has mastered the art of being unfailingly friendly and polite even when she doesn’t know exactly what a guest really wants from her.Luckily, body language is pretty much universal. It helps a lot.Her job is simple but satisfying. This hotel...
VoyeurDistinguished ServiceGrowing up in a small hometown in Michigan it never occurred to me I might be ‘called to duty’, to provide a service to the military but such is the innocence of youth that there were many things of which I had no inkling that were to befall me. I was christened Veronica by my parents (although Daddy often used to call me ‘little Miss pretty blue eyes’) but I can only remember ever being known as Roni by everyone and anyone else, a name which has stuck ever since the day...
Room ServiceThe receptionist looked up and smiled as Anne’s heels clacked across the terracotta flooring of the quiet hotel lobby. “Good evening, Miss Oakley, hope you are well.” “Yes, thank you Georgina, I’m fine,” said the blonde, stooping to place her briefcase on the floor and then hitching the long strap of her overnight travel bag firmly into place on her left shoulder. Georgina, still smiling, swiped a room key card and offered it to the guest. “Room 504 as usual,” she said. “Everything...
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Lawn Service I was living alone, cross dressing almost everyday and traveling quite a bit. As a result, I hired a lawn service to cut my lawn. In the beginning, I was happy with the results, however, as the summer moved along I became very unhappy with what I thought was horrible work. Many times I'd return home and wonder if my lawn had even been cut, however, I always received a bill. In late July, I arrived home after a trip just as my lawn service was leaving. Great I thought, a...
Community Service: Chapter OneBy Posing SomdomiteBANG. BANG. BANG. "Sharon, get your lazy ass out of bed," Margo yelled between forceful knocks on the dorm room door. The fact she even had to go through this little charade agitated the young red head beyond words. There was no way in hell Sharon was still asleep, Margo was pounding loud enough to wake a corpse. The Blackberry in her back pocket started to vibrate, indicating a text message was received. Margo cursed very softly as she...
Dexter never did identify the time when he came to the realization that he was a multimillionaire. There wasn’t an ‘Aha!’ moment in which he suddenly realized that he was wealthy. He was considering a minor spending spree, until Charlie handed him a little report entitled, “Losing the Lottery.” It wasn’t about buying losing tickets, but about winning and then losing all of the winnings. The stories within the report were not pleasant. Relatives were hounding the winners for money. There were...
In an alternate universe, much like our own, a genetic defect targeting the Y chromosome of straight men has afflicted society. This defect makes men incapable of reaching orgasm through self stimulation. Were that the only symptom, it would be a pain to society, but it wasn't society ending. Men must also orgasm on average 4 times per day or they suffer debilitating health problems, including death if left alone. Some require more, some require a bit less, but it is never safe to go less than...
Fetish*** This story is fictional any comments you may have I would love to hear them. My day planner read, Monday July 10th. (Job interview at 3:30 CellAir) I was feeling pretty confident and prepared. But felt I could use a new pair of loafers to go with my slacks. So I left my apartment around 10:30 and headed toward the Mall, giving me plenty of time to find the right shoes. The mid summer heat was already up to a balmy 87 degrees and climbing. After several miles on the freeway my car started...
Group SexSomeone was knocking at our door. Julie, my fiance, and I were enjoying our first night on the cruise ship "Horizon", about to set sail from Puerto Rico for other delightful destinations in the Caribbean."I'll get it," said Julie, sighing, as she lifted her head from my shoulder. Her beautiful brown-blond curls fell in front of her eyes as her head turned towards the door. She pushed herself up, and moved across the room.As I watched her do a cursory check in the mirror to ensure she was...
I glanced into the mirror as I finished getting ready for my voyage into entrepreneurship. The face looking back at me exuded charm and confidence. The inner man did not match the exterior, but it was just a case of nerves, I told myself.I'm just over thirty years old, tall and built like a tight end. My body is toned, thanks to Uncle Sam and untold hours in the gym. My shoulders are broad, and my torso is tapered down to a waist which actually does show a six pack of abs. Narrow hips, long...
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Hi all I am Karan from Chennai I am a call boy aged 29 strictly only for aged women’s above 32 to 50 so women who want my service can mail me to The payment depends upon the services you need from me. Going to the story once I got a call from one number the voice was very sweet and matured she inquired about my service . She told that she want complete body massage with mouth and hand I accepted she asked me to be ready and stand near Vijayanagar bus depo by 5 pm she told she want full night...
The Answering Service ? by: Ricky Hey, we're not in a recession! It says so on the news and of course I believe it. I get to listen to the news a lot lately, because the only job I can find is answering phones. "Hello, Doctor's office." "Hello, Mr. Pint's Emergency service." "Hello, Dale Plumbing." There's plenty of time to listen to the radio on the night shift. Actually, it isn't a bad job, in fact the training was a blast. I was the only man among six woman while I...
In Her Service By X X They had written back and forth as well as met in person and discussed their views on power exchange. He expressed his yearning for helplessness as best he could, how he wanted a true exchange of power. That he wanted to be useful and didn't expect it to be all play. While her concerns were that she didn't want to invest time only to have one or two meetings. Not necessarily long term, but at least ongoing. He said that he would be willing to commit,...
In Her ServiceBy X XThey had written back and forth, as well as met in person, and discussed their views on power exchange. He expressed his yearning for helplessness as best he could, how he wanted a true exchange of power. That he wanted to be useful and didn't expect it to be all play. While her concerns were that she didn't want to invest time only to have one or two meetings. Not necessarily long term, although that was possible, but at least ongoing. He said that he would be willing to...
Part 3 Fran woke the next morning after a fretful night. She must have masturbated half a dozen times during the night and yet could not seem to satisfy herself. All her dreams were constructed around the story. She was forced to entertain and have sex with a variety of people including her new friends in the neighborhood. The more she thought about the story, the more she wanted to have sex but even masturbation with her favorite vibrator was just not satisfying her completely. By 10:00, she...
It was all my Aunt Mary's doing really. She was in Edinburgh for a week, and my sister and I were spending an afternoon taking her around the city centre shops. Mary was in her mid 70's and struggled a bit if she had to walk too much, so by the middle of the afternoon she was flagging and decided that she would treat us all to afternoon tea. However, she was quite clear that the delights of the shopping mall food court and other similar establishments in the city centre were not for her....
BANG. BANG. BANG. "Sharon, get your lazy ass out of bed," Margo yelled between forceful knocks on the dorm room door. The fact she even had to go through this little charade agitated the young red head beyond words. There was no way in hell Sharon was still asleep, Margo was pounding loud enough to wake a corpse. The Blackberry in her back pocket started to vibrate, indicating a text message was received. Margo cursed very softly as she fished the phone out of her designer jeans. sorry. sick....
InterracialHello guys my name is Pratik and i am here to share a story of my wife which happened and hope you guys love it. Let me describe you my wife. My wife name is Shraddha and she is 29 yrs old. She is whitish brown and a curvy lady. She loves to wear casual dresses when we are out and at home she wears nighty and small dresses. Her breasts size is 36c and firm and have nice bottom with thick thighs and she doesn't have any belly fat as she is regular in her yoga. She is very reserved kind of a...
Service girl Stephie does Deepthroat & More! Stomach tickling Deepthroat on her back Tied flat and tormented Whipped and Clothespinned Wax and Dildo’s Twitching Orgasms Several weeks later only exchanging smiles and glances with Stephie at the coffee house I finally get my drink and grab some napkins, I step back and brush a blond person and she goes “watch where you're movin”. I turn to her and I lean in and growl softly and she discreetly pats my ass then whispers she is...
Unemployed Males Forced to Service Men in Sex Industry, Part 2 Filed: 3/23/2026 by Pan Lives Reporter's Note: Part 2 of this exclusive series of reports tracking the fate of Jon Hermein, recently acquired by the enforced male-on male sex stable owned by Tatiana Ulyanova in Germany. This story provides some background to recent changes in the laws that will have a profound effect on the life of Hermein and others in his situation. Hermein's descent into a life of enforced...
Hey juicy babes. This is Harish from Coimbatore, Tamil Nadu. My age is 24. I am a normal guy with good looking. I am very much interested in sex but I don’t have any girlfriends to have fun. So I contacted many fake male escorts and left money. I was horny and desperate to have fun. So I posted an advertisement on a site saying I provide massage service for women in Coimbatore. I got calls from men but no women called. I felt bad on that day. On next day evening, I got a call from a lady asking...
Date: Sun, 3 Aug 2008 08:16:52 -0700 (PDT) From: Sharon Pinder Subject: ROOM SERVICEI'd worked at the Georgian, a 5 star hotel in London for the past three months. Three months since I had left school. Maybe not the best job in the world but one with perks which made it worth my while. I spent my days flitting from room to room with room service. Room service? General dog's body may have been a better title. As I say hardly exciting an exciting job, but it did allow me a pass key to all...