Balls Are For Kicking

The Butler was an insolent fat oaf given to buggering the under footmen, and the housekeeper the most stuck up arrogant bitch that ever walked in christendom. I regretted my purchase immediately, even before I discovered the entire East Wing was uninhabitable as the roof was rotten with dry rot and the roof leaked like a colander. I ate a perfectly prepared meal of gristle preceeded by pig swill and followed by a disgusting gooey mass which no self respecting savage would have deigned to consume which I was advised was French Quisine. I went to read but there was not one half decent book among hundreds in the Library. There was no hot water for a bath, no oil lamps merely candles, and I dreaded my bed time as I was sure I would share my nocture with rats or worse. And indeed it was worse. The Housekeeper had severely misjudged me. “Have my bed warmed,” I instructed a half hour before retiring. Miss Williams the Housekeeper agreed. Normally and half sensible person would place glowing coals in the bed pan and warm the bed thus, taking care to ensure it did not actually catch afire. However Miss Williams was obviously some kind of perverted deviant for when having undressed and donned my nightshirt I opened the curtains to my four posted bed only to find two naked chambermaids therein and fast asleep. “What in gods mistress name!” I thundered. “Beg pardon sir, Miss Williams said as you might wish to be obliged with a fuck sir,” the plumper one suggested. “Like Maisey says sir, she said we had to femdom let you have your way if we wanted to keep us jobs,” her friend retorted. “Yes like Dotty said thats right sir.” Maisey agreed. “Get out, I am not in the habit of threatening anyone to gain carnal access,” I blustered, and seeing their confusion added, “You are serving wenches not whores, when I want a whore I shall go to Doncaster or Liverpool and find some fallen gentlewoman wherein to loose my seed.” They still looked confused, “Don’t you fancy us then sir, shall we send a footman up?” “No I don’t want a footman, nor a cook nor a sheep or a dog or any other thing.” I insisted. “You celebrate like a Monk then sir?” Dotty asked innocently. “No,” ball busting I snapped, and I bellowed, “Miss Williams get in here now!” She was hovering outside the door, “Sir,” she said, “Have the girls upset you?” “No but you have, why tell them they had to let me fuck them to keep their jobs?” I female domination demanded. “Well I don’t see how else they would be persuaded to let you use them,” she opined, “You are hardly the Duke of Wellington are you?” “No and not bloody Bonaparte either,” I snapped, “And you’re no Josephine.” high heels Just then the flight attendant stated on the microphone that we must all take our seats. Meanwhile, I shifted my left hand up along her jawline and began gently stroking her ear with my thumb. ball busting I saw Celeste and she waved at me. He pushed me causing me to take one step back. Bobby moaned and then stabbed it into high heels my mouth. When the first rope of cum shot from the tip of his cock Alexis groaned as she too climaxed. female domination “Yes, yes, no, yes, oh my yes, ouch…” she narrated as she brushed through the photos. Pulling it out of his pocket he saw it was Barbara, so he answered it. After all, I might be pregnant, and don’t you think we’d make a great couple? When we got in the back I said do femdom you remember my Tattoo I designed? I grabbed the clamps, a strange surge of lust shooting through me as I brought them to her mistress hard nipples. I said that is funny, I own this shop and I think it’s open. His gaze was all over me as he kept rubbing his maleness through his clothes. {Ha! He sent it to Jhanvi, adding I used to sit in my Navy barracks and practice for hours whenever I wasn’t on duty. Her tits were out, her knickers were off and two guys were arguing who was next. She was also looking at the hard cock and the swollen head and thinking how it would feel in her pussy.