Clarissa, Masters wife, Worker 's whore pt1

Yorkshire UIK after the full general strike of 1926.


I stood idly on the locoweed strewn platform with the blustery wind ruffling my thin summer suit, as it rattled the interlace waiting room door and rustled the lush cow parsley on the now neglected place garden and I watched the small caravan which brought me chuff busily away up the steep sided valley as I fretted and wondered why Brabbinger my chauffeur was not there to blame me up in the Rolls Royce.

Old Ted the toothless ex stationmaster looked out from the old place house across the road wearing shirt and brace where once he stood resplendent in dour serge and gold braid as he waved away the Jack London train but today clip were punishing, the place was now but a check and he eked out an existence orifice and closing the level crossing gates for the occasional one coach Railmotor or rare train of coal coaster wagon from nearby colliery.

'' Bit blusterous Mr 'Ardhaker sir, '' he shouted, `` You could wait in by here sir if you was minded to. ``

'' No, I thank you, Mr Cardle, '' I said, `` My man is informed. ``

'' Very unspoiled sir, '' he said.

Curtains twitched upstairs, Molly, Cardle 's eldest looked out, piteous Molly, such a angelical girl when I knew her, fresh plucked and working at mill when I sampled her, but fat as a pig now, and working categorical on her book binding all the hours of the day and Night to put a insolence in her buddy and baby backtalk. Cardle knew, even then he knew and he spent on the horses what she earned in fallal on her back but the full general tap killed our valley, our steam mills lay idle and when the mines reopened our barter was gone and the miners stayed domicile and drank away their troubles while their wife went to mold the streets of Leeds of an evening, coming home on the midnight train the whore 's give tongue to instead of working our looms.

But that was not my problem, not any more, I had reached the end of my tether, had given up the inadequate conflict and sold my ploughshare in the family firm to group of London man of affairs, idiots to a man I believed, sold out for a tenth of what they were once worth and I now waited to look Clarissa.

My beautiful but flawed darling, so graceful, elegant, charming but cold, icily stale, icy, she knew I married her for her money, she did n't bang me and neither did I love her, and while I spent Sun night through Saturday sunrise working in Leeds or London, going down on sleeping car train of a Sunday and back of a Sat on the Pullman so it was just the Sat night when we lay lovelessly back to back in our loveless bed.

She was always so, she had a strong dowry, we needed the money, her father believed she was a flimsy soulfulness unsuited to a full matrimony and thus from turn of suitors he chose me for her married man as he believed I was a sodomite, lord knows why, there was hardly a mill miss I had n't shafted when I worked in the authority as a lad, back before my founder gave up the struggle and passed on and so propelled me into trying to hold on his crumbling business empire afloat and leave men who as juvenility had fought in the Great War a chance to feast their folk despite the tap and economic depression,

But it was done now, all was sold and if she did n't care living in a four bed house in Leeds with only a cook and two retainer then she could damned well join the convent, because that was all that was left, yes her dowery of a C thousand pounds was gone, just one house that was all we owned, a fortnight was all we had to vacate the gothic monstrosity of Barnestone Radclyffe Hall.

I telephoned Mrs Boyd at the post business office to say I would be on the two fifteen from Leeds, and she assured me she would send word for Brabbinger to pile up me, yet five minute I had been waiting and there was no Rolls nor anything to be seen.

'' You sure Mr 'Ardhaker, '' Cardle asked wheezily as molly waved at me from the upstairs window.

'' Yes thank you Mr Cardle and it 's Hardacre, Hard Acre, '' I said.

'' Very dependable Mr 'Ardhaker sir. '' he said and I so nearly have my hat on the trading floor and stamped upon it I was so rag, damnit if Molly 's little sister had been abroad surely I should sampled her without a indorse thought, but molly, uddered like a cow and bellied like one two I could no more stiffen my member to sample her than fly to the moon.

'' I think I shall take the air, '' I said icily, `` unspoilt day ! '' and crunching the gravel beneath my letters patent leather shoe 's soles I set to walk through the village and up to the Asaph Hall one last time.

The serried rows of houses looked unaccustomedly cleanse, pristine almost, shorn of their cloak of green goddess and their dusting of roll of tobacco rubble now the Mill had fallen still and the coal mine worked only one rotating shaft on one work shift and that half manned.

Serried ranks, a serried rank of workess men queued outside the Miner 's Arms waiting for Ted Harrods the Landlord to unfold up, each in their light freshly laundered snowy shirts, nighttime pant and flat hood, a unvarying dress if ever there was one, jobless laddie, sonny thrown on the scrap heap, spending the kiddies Greek valerian money on ale, what a waste.

I walked on, I knew eye were upon me, I expect they was wondering why I was about, I had a position do you see, respected by all, or so I thought.

Serried social status of business firm, some beside the roadway with nix but enough space for a get-up-and-go bike for a path but some with engross forepart gardens reaching up to the street as it climbed while they sat beside the canal, some like twenty six and eight with the sleeping accommodation stage with the route it so steep was the rise.

There was a little Morris car, outside number 20 eight I fancied, all in melanise, like our the three estates run about, hard topped, and four seats not two and a dickie-seat like the old ones, it took my eye, debt collector no question, I thought, yet there were curtains at the window of twenty eight and patterned not just cheesecloth, and yet it was number twenty eight that he was outside, definitely.

It came apparent that the driver 's hindquarters was occupied though with facing away from me the car hid him except his arm which was upon the windowpane ledge.

All I had to do was remember the number of the estate car and I should induce behaved otherwise but I failed to recognised it and sprang upon the scallywag as if he were a debt aggregator or debt collectors man.

'' State your business enterprise ! '' I said.

'' Whup, '' the knave said, a comrade varlet indeed.

'' Brabbinger, '' I gasped, `` What is the meaning of this ? ``

'' Ah, oh, ee, '' he said using every vowel but making no gumption at all, `` Tis the missus. '' he said.

'' What missus, have you married surreptitiously, '' I asked.

'' Ah, no, I, '' he blustered.

'' So, take me home ! '' I ordered. and I swung round to the other English and squeezed through the room access to join him in the cramped interior, `` movement man ! '' I ordered my humour now moving from pitch-dark to inflamed.

'' But, '' he said.

'' I left Word of God, '' I said, `` Two fifteen from Leeds, '' I explained, `` Even the London and North Eastern railway line can get here in under the round hour from Leeds ! ``

'' But the missus sir, '' he said, his tunic undone and his neckband and hatless he looked a pure slop - about and a disgrace.

'' Just drive damn you, '' I insisted and he pushed the self entrant and it just background uselessly.

'' Wind it man, '' I said, `` Use the handle. ``

He honked the horn, I though it most odd, and he stared anxiously at identification number twenty eight.

'' What exactly is the job ? '' I asked, `` What is this ? '' I added as a man buttoning his shirt opened the door and another was there behind him.

'' I say, '' I said straightening, `` You there ! '' and he slammed the door.

'' The missis, '' Brabbinger explained.

'' It 's a anathemise house of prostitution ! '' I said, `` Out with it ! '' I snapped, `` There 's a damned sporting house in Barnestone ! ``

'' No ! '' Brabbinger tried desperately to lie, but the horror of the billet was too often, it might be but two weeks more that we owned the row of home but a whorehouse !

I threw the gate wide and I stormed down the cinder track, between neatly tended grasses, and banged the doorway, `` Open up ! '' I ordered, `` Open up for your Land Lord 's inspection ! ``

A cleaning woman squealed, a man chided her, `` What ? '' a chap asked as he opened the door, `` Well if it ai n't the man ! '' he said sarcastically.

'' I am the demesne Jehovah, '' I reminded him, `` Mr Weighton, is it not, '' I said recognising the fellow.

'' It 's bond ! '' he said, `` jemmy Julian Bond ! ``

'' Right, '' I said, `` Right, oh yes, I know you, '' I agreed.

'' You know my missus, '' he said, `` And me sister, '' he said.

'' What ? '' I asked, `` Yes of course. ``

'' Biblically ! '' he said, `` One and tuppence you paid you bastard ! ``

'' look, it was a fair price, '' I explained.

'' fair, yes carnival, '' he agreed, `` You know my wife, well I knows yours ! ``

'' Everyone knows Clarissa, '' I said uncomprehendingly.

'' Biblically ! '' he said, `` And not just me Mr 'Ardhaker sir, 'alf the bally lads in village Mr bloody 'Ardhaker sir. ``

'' What ! '' I expounded.

'' Poked her Mr 'Ardhaker sir, '' he said, `` Do you find out that sir, that 's Wally Bulstrode up there right now poking her Mr 'Ardhaker sir ! ``

'' What are you blethering about man ? '' I demanded.

'' You 're a betray sir ! '' the man behind said, `` Begging your amnesty Mr 'Ardacre sir, but like Jimmy says, well, she been, '' he said, `` Ent she jemmy ''

'' Upstairs now, you hear that Mr 'Ardhaker sir, that 's your missus being poked that is sir ! '' he leered.

'' I 'll deal with you presently ! '' I stormed, `` Let me past ! ``

They stood aside and I ascended the mean, narrow, bare boarded stairway, a lubber lounged at the top, `` Two Tanzanian shilling for a alright gentleman such as you sir, '' he said briefly before the impact of my justly fist on his jaw raised his skull a full-of-the-moon six inches and he collapsed moaning.

I tried the threshold, twisted the boss left and right but it was locked so I put my shoulder to it and my entrance was in a shower of splinters, two laddie stood beside the bed, their rough workmans overalls undone and hanging about their knees and their outgrowth rampant as they stroked them idly as they looked on while their supporter ploughed a painted whore who lay in her white underthings upon a stained striped mattress upon an iron bed frame.

A slender dainty elegant cocotte, her graceful legs wrapped around the coarse fellow with a hairy ass that would have been the pride of any baboon which bobbed rapidly and inelegantly up and down as his penis slammed into and squelched out of her.

A golden haired cocotte, her locks expensively coiffeured obviously at my expense as evidenced by the ivory comb that was my mother 's and her silver gray ear rings, a birthday present from myself.

'' Clarissa ! '' I wailed, `` What is the meaning of this ! ``

She jerked her head forward as Bulstrode, for it was he that was ploughing her, had his head go down and they impacted with a clop, `` Ohhh ! '' she wailed, `` John ? ``

'' You bust jemmy 's door Mr 'Ardhaker, '' said the more stupid of the two lummox as they stood rampant and naked still.

'' whoremonger, oh god John, but you 're not due until Saturday ! '' Clarissa protested,

'' No beloved, '' I said, `` I 'm sure as shooting there is an fantabulous and completely reasonable account ! '' I shouted, `` For your appalling behaviour ! '' She looked horrified, `` In your own clip, take your pleasure first my dearest. '' I said patronisingly.

'' We thought, begging your pardon sir, that you would be more upset sir, '' Bulstrode said as he looked at me over his berm as he continued to poke her.

'' Upset Mr Bulstrode, oh no plowshare and share alike, '' I snorted, `` For when I rip out your entrails with a rusty fishplate I 'll be sure the detent and rats each have fair parcel of your gastric mill ! ``

He leapt from her with smartness leaving Clarissa lewdly displayed, her breasts aroused but though perfectly formed sadly inferior in volume and her cunt as the common working man have it, gaping the mouth slightly open, well used, glistening with her juices and near as damnit hairless like a whore's.

Bulstrode grabbed for his coat missed his terms and fell sideways taking one of the clod with him and they crashed into a recess of the sparsely furnished room entwined together like a pair of poofters.

'' Are you free Clarissa, have you time to explain your behaviour before you fornicate again ? '' I asked, `` You whore ! ``

'' You never come abode early, '' she protested.

'' And that 's you excuse ? '' I asked, `` That I never come domicile, then my excuse, '' I added and I stepped forward and took her hand, `` Come ! '' I demanded, and pulled her up to a sitting position.

'' I, ca n't, '' she protested.

'' Yes you can my darling, '' I said, `` fall with me ! '' and I pulled until she was bent-grass painfully double and she had to slue around to get her base to the English of the bed or I would suffer dragged her header first to the floor.

'' St. John the Apostle ! '' she wailed, `` Stop, I am not decent. '' she protested, `` I need Harry ! '' she insisted.

'' Who the blue sky blazes is Harry ? '' I asked.

'' My prophylactic, '' she said, and there was Bulstrode peeling a India rubber prophylactic off his phallus, a actual heavy duty reclaimable safety like the sonny would have used in the swell war.

'' Oh, I 'll buy you a box of new ace, '' I agreed.

'' My clothes ! '' she said, as apart from her under transformation which was unfastened down the presence revealing her titty and sex she was entirely and deliciously naked, `` trick No ! '' she wailed as I dragged her from the elbow room and onto the stairs, I almost sent her reeling with a stifle in the small of her backbone but at the in conclusion moment I forced her hand up her back instead.

'' lavatory for shame sake ! '' she wailed, `` I am all but naked ! ``

'' Oh yes ! '' I agreed and I just ripped the shift away completely, `` Now you 're naked, as befits a fancy woman ! ``

'' No ! '' she wailed and as the men looked on I dragged her nude and shivering from the house.

'' Look, '' I said, `` Not one person lifts a digit to help you, is that not truly amazing ? ``

'' Please my shoe ! '' she wailed.

'' I 'm throwing you out, with goose egg, you 're to be a whore, whore 's ca n't afford horseshoe, you 're going to be a barefoot whore so get used to it. '' I railed, `` I 'm cutting you off without a edible bean do you understand ? ``

'' Yes, anything, but allow me to dress, '' she protested, as she stood nakedly pleading, her gilded haircloth cascading to her pale ping shoulder and her relieve arm trying inadequately to cover her chest and her sex.

'' No, let everyone see you, '' I snapped as I pushed her up the cinder way of life towards the mineral pitch road.

Men watched from upstairs as they dressed and those from downstairs as they waited their round, knowing now their bout was denied, their destitute fornication denied for this afternoon at the very least.

Brabbinger watched us advance and opened the car door for her, but I pushed her past the little Morris and on up the road, as a gaggle of young men filed from the business firm and were following us at a respectful distance.

'' john No ! '' Clarissa wailed as the harsh route cut her base but all she achieved was more faces staring from the roadside houses.

Miss Farmington was walking towards us, a spinster of some sixty years, dedicated to her mother and the church dowdily dressed and untouched by man she admonished me saying `` Mr Hardacre, you should be ashamed of yourself ! ``

'' I, '' I said, `` Have nada to be ashamed of, she is the whore, fornicating with all comers ! ''

'' He has gone entirely insane Miss Farmington, '' Clarissa insisted.

'' No, I 've seen the brightness, at in conclusion ! '' I countered and I stormed along walking so briskly that Clarissa had to half run to keep back with me.

The houses soon ended and the view of the vale over the allotment gardens and the canalise beyond opened and deprived of the shelter the houses provided the gusting wind seemed ever stronger as the road climbed steadily up the vale side, a few rain free fall spattered the route and in the distance a gear was rattling back towards Leeds, I should have chained her to the crossing William Henry Gates for all to see but we had gone the wrong way but by then the house were far behind us and the men had stopped following.

'' My foot, '' she protested, `` My poor understructure ! ``

'' Do n't worry, '' I said, `` I 'll feel you a squeamish cheap back alley to lay on your back in, '' I said, `` You picayune whore ! ``

'' But they hurt John ! '' she said.

Brabbinger was following in the niggling Esther Morris. I beckoned to him, and when he accelerated towards us and then slowed I ordered him to `` Fetch the whorl. ``

I watched the car disappear and continued to labour Clarissa with a hand forced up her back, finally we breasted Maggie Allthwaite 's tump and the houses began to sink from great deal over the fresh horizon.

'' I sold the company, '' I told her.

'' Hardacres ? '' she asked.

'' Barnestone pit, Barnestone estates, Hardacres and The Charles Francis Hall. '' I explained, `` I came home to secern you. ``

'' Sold, is there anything left, after debts I mean, '' she asked earnestly.

'' Nothing much, a sign of the zodiac in Leeds. '' I told her.

'' Thank god, I 've been so disquieted ! '' she said.

'' Yes, it looks like it ! '' I agreed.

'' I thought you might, you know, like Duffy Harrington. '' she said.

'' Top myself ! '' I snorted, `` No ! '' we had stopped now, I let her sit on the grass verge to knead her feet and then the rainwater started.

'' There 's a barn, '' she said pointing, `` We could shelter. ''

'' Yes, why get wet, '' I said and I swept her up in my weapons system, suddenly aware of her gender, for the smell of sex pervaded her and my appendage stirred as I carried her to the old stone barn. I fiddled with the door stop but she knew how the old door opened with a wire and then we were inside.

I set her down on a stubble bale.

'' No John do n't, '' she said.

'' What ? '' I asked,

'' Do n't thrust me, delight, I 'll go, I 'll stick with Aunt Matilda, '' she said.

'' No, you 're going on the streets, a loud harlot, a penny a time, '' I said. `` Newcastle maybe, John Griffith Chaney docks. ``

'' No, it will ruin you, '' she said awkwardly, `` If discussion got around, you can not ! ``.

'' Leeds then, I shall publicise your religious service and win over the basement into a dungeon. '' I explained and my thumb was between her wooden leg probing.

'' Go on, '' she said, `` I 'm listening. ``

'' You 're excited, '' I said, `` Actually shake !, all those crashing years using jelly and lord knows what so we might wed and you 're excited. ''

'' I ca n't help it ! '' she admitted.

'' Of class you can, designate some decorum ! '' I ordered.

'' And you, you 're excited too ! '' she said and she reached out and rubbed the bulge in my lightweight trousers.

'' Clarissa, '' I protested, but she was undoing the button on my fly and then my belt, I should have protested and stopped her but then my trouser were down and she bent her header and took the tip of my tool into her mouth.

I pulled away, `` No downstairs ! '' I said.

'' No, I do n't hold Harry, '' she said, her damned prophylactic.

'' You are my wife, '' I reminded her, `` So acquit like one ! '' and I forced her knee apart forcefully and pushed her onto her spinal column as she lay on the straw and guided my manhood within her.

'' King John ! '' she said and I was siding easily within her and she was as shocked as I that our wedlock was so easy so smooth, so natural.

'' Whore, '' I chided, `` Milk River me, work your heftiness and milk me you whore. ``

'' You will sequester wo n't you ? '' she asked, `` I need my Harry. ``

'' Why ? '' I asked, `` When you can be a barefoot sporting lady with a kid in tow.

'' Your child, '' she said, `` And mine, '' and her muscles rippled.

'' occlusive that, '' I ordered.

'' No, '' she replied, `` I sha n't, '' she insisted, `` Do your duty ! ``

'' Very well, '' I said, `` Then I shall use you like a bawd ! ``

'' Without a Harry ? '' she asked.

'' We do n't have a, '' I said but the conversant rush had started, my balls churned and my cum boiled from me.

'' Ohhhhh, '' she gasped, `` That 's so good, do it, do it now, OOohhhhhhh ! '' she wailed and I started to cum.

She gasped and as I pumped her full of my juices she held me tightly

'' Oh, '' she said, `` I forgot, you had no Harry, I did n't mean it to happen ! ``

'' It matters not to me, '' I admitted, `` Whether you 're filled or unfilled, I care nothing for you, nothing ! ``

'' But, oh my, surely, surely that meant something to you ? '' she asked

'' Nothing, but I am full-grown cushy, nurse me, '' I ordered, `` It meant nothing to me, you 're a woman of the street so earn your tuppence and give suck me ! ``

'' What ? '' she asked.

'' suck my appendage, suck it hard. '' I proposed.

'' It 's slimy and gungy, '' she protested lemely.

'' John Griffith Chaney lady of pleasure do n't object, '' I said, `` So suck ! '' I ordered and I grabbed her hair and forced her head into my crotch.

'' Please, do n't tear my haircloth out ! '' she protested and she took my member and began to work the tip.

I stiffened immediately, `` Lie on your spinal column, '' I said, `` I always ejaculate too soon the start time so nominate yourself easy because this could take some time. ``

'' Yes sir, '' she said respectfully and she started to unbutton my shirt, `` Can I feel your manly chest sir ? '' she asked as she played the harlot now.

'' Of course you may my honey, '' I agreed, as I aimed my appendage at her sopping wet vagina, and pressed myself firmly upon her, `` There 's an spear carrier threepence for you if your very, very Nice to me. ``

'' Oh, thank you sir, '' she simpered as she opened my shirt and pushed it down off my shoulders and then with her hands upon my rachis she held me to her.

The unaccustomed ease with which I ploughed her, the feel of her unimpeded by contraceptive, and even the thin London golosh company sleeves I habitually used spoiled my pleasure to an extent, but glans to womb and slippery with desire I was in heaven.

'' What 's you name girl ? '' I asked her.

She looked bemused, and then understood `` Lola sir, '' she said, `` I call myself Lola. ``

'' I shall ask for you particularly, '' I said, `` When I have need of a cocotte. ``

'' I thank you sir ! '' she agreed, and then asked, `` Can you finish sir, please, my vertebral column is breaking. ``

I looked her in the eye and took the comb from her hair and threw it in a corner, and the ear rings, gently I extracted them and threw them away.

'' I shall disassociate you, and you shall be Lola my cyprian, '' I said firmly.

'' But John ! '' she protested.

'' You want the life of a whore then have one, cooking cleansing and minor for your day and on your back of an eve, '' I snapped.

'' For you ? '' she asked.

'' And my Quaker, '' I said, `` What say you ? ``

'' Yes, '' she said, `` Shall I live in Leeds with you ? ``

'' Indeed for nothing else is left. '' I said and forgetfully I let my guard duty slipperiness and the instant of go was upon me and my seed boiled from me forcibly making her squeal with delight.

We lay a bit and then I withdrew, took my jacket and offered it to her and after wiping myself on a hanky I dressed and looked for her, she had found her ear rings and was looking for the comb, `` Leave it ! '' I ordered, `` get along ! ``

It was raining harder now, `` seed here, '' I ordered and I swept her up into my munition clear of the ground, `` I 'll hold you, '' I said and with a paw on her bare backside I carried her to the road and turning to the left carried her vertebral column to the hideous Gothic Barnestone Manor.

'' Oh my lord, '' Mrs Bridges my cook/ housekeeper exclaimed, `` What happened ? ``

'' I found this whore fornicating in the village, have her washed and find her a gaberdine would you. '' I asked.

'' But gentlewoman ! '' Mrs Bridges protested.

'' Enough, '' I said, `` Do as say we can not have naked whores upstairs. '' and I left them.

The Brandy bottleful in my written report was empty, I threw it against the wall in defeat and watched the dark-brown sherd glisten in the sunlight.

It was six o'clock, the telephone exchange would be shut by now, there was no supper and Brabbinger was nowhere to be seen with the rolling, I realised I had left my pass on my paper case at the brothel house, I cursed and went downstairs to the kitchen, Clarissa was in a hip bath before the kitchen grasp as Mrs Bridges bathed her.

'' I have byplay in the village, '' I explained.

'' John please, do n't do anything foolish ! '' Clarissa warned.

'' As if you care ! '' I said, `` Whore ! ``

The Morris car was there still, I went to set about it but the battery was beat and I had no stomach for cranking it with the handle but there inside was my theme case which Brabbinger had saved for me.

congregation yet disloyal Brabbinger, had he enjoyed Clarissa I wondered, his stinking fat pot belly crushing her slim strain to the filthy stained mattress as he ploughed her.

I knew he undoubtedly had and then I saw the bankroll approach, `` I could n't find you sir. '' he apologised.

'' Did you poke my wife ? '' I demanded, `` Or were you just my wife 's pimp ! ``

'' Chauffeur sir, nothing more sir, nothing less sir, Chauffeur sir. '' he said firmly, and probably insincerely.

'' Take me to the colliery, '' I ordered.

'' It 's tea sentence sir, '' he said.

'' Damn it, I 'll get ! '' I said though I had n't driven for years and dispose his room access wide.

He stepped down, `` As you wish sir. '' he said and I climbed in and I set forth in an approximation of a Kangaroo 's gait a series of bone jarring leaps and bounds as I wrestled with the throttle and the clasp pedal.

There was a gaggle of men outside number twenty eight, I swung the axial motion to a stop, `` Have a dependable laugh at my expense, '' I suggested, `` But you 'll be laughing the other incline of your heads come adjacent month, '' I added, `` Colliery 's sold, Mill 's sold and Estate 's sold, you wo n't experience motive of a whore, you 'll have need of a bed for to sleep in ! ``

I punched the self starter and lurched away, grinding to the colliery to disperse the news program then onto the Mill.

'' I 'm not surprised, '' Greerson the colliery manager said, and he extended a manus, `` We appreciate your efforts sir, '' he said, `` No one could have done more, '' and at the pulverisation they were equally unsurprised.

I returned home plate, Clarissa was nowhere to be seen, but a dim-witted dinner party was simmering and I ate ravenously.

Mrs Bridges brought my dessert, a boo tart.

'' My wife and I shall divorce, '' I said, `` Have her thing moved to the amobarbital sodium elbow room forthwith, '' I ordered, `` I shall not share a bed with that trollop ever again. ''

'' What, tonight sir ? '' she asked.

'' This night, have that trollop Lola service you, '' I ordered.

I pushed my denture away and retired to the study, then as night fell I went to the garden, I fancied I heard the pit administration set playing but it was an fantasy, they had played their terminal when the ember tap started and we had the instrument back to waste unused in the foreman office.

I walked the unkempt gardens, one gardener now idled where six had formerly toiled, and in the Moon I returned for my supper.

'' Have warm milk sent up, I shall retire, '' I told Mrs nosepiece and I went to my bed bathed in the lavatory side by side though in coldness piddle, and dressed in my simple night shirt.

There was a faint tap upon the room access, timidly so, `` Come, '' I said and the door opened, Clarissa stepped in, barefoot, wearing a simple white shift key and carrying a jug of warm milk.

'' Mrs Bridges sent me sir, '' she said, `` will there be anything else sir begging your free pardon. ``

'' You are Lola are you not ? '' I asked, `` The slattern I sampled earlier ? ``

'' Oh yes sir, indeed sir, '' she said mimicking a servant, `` Did I give satisfaction sir. '' she asked.

'' Indeed, but my bed is cold-blooded, Lola, warm it for me, '' I ordered, she pulled open the covers and slid in, `` Nakedly girl, strong the bed with your warmth ! '' I ordered, `` Off with it girl, '' I said and I grabbed her break and lofted it over her head.

'' OOhhh sir ! '' she trilled and her script were upon my nightshirt lifting and my outgrowth released was swelling and, `` Yes, do it ! '' she said her eyes aflame, `` bonk me ! ``

I held her and swung onto the bed, slipping my feet beneath the covers before pulling the blankets over us and covering her even as she guided me inside her.

I kissed her neck, `` Gospel According to John no ! '' she said.

I kissed more firmly, `` I wish to mark you as my own, '' I said as I left love bites on each early shoulders where they became her neck opening and I kept kissing as I ploughed her and she for her part raked my cover and keister with her finger nails as I took my delight as great white clouds of ether seemingly immerse me until at length pounding rushing ministration came like the insolence of a mountain waterfall and in the moistness and pleasance and alleviation as I held her so we slept.

The sun was eminent in the sky when I woke, Clarissa was looking out through a chink in the curtains, `` semen back to bed, '' I said, `` We need to let the cat out of the bag. ``

'' But I need to think, '' she said evasively.

'' Come to bed Clarissa, '' I said, `` Please. ``

'' Clarissa, not Lola ? '' she asked.

'' You choose, '' I suggested, ``
'' Then we will let the cat out of the bag, '' she said, `` And yes I choose silks and satins and soft yet heavily intrusions that make my totally being cry out with delight, '' she said as she came to the bed, `` It is not I John, Clarissa and Lola are one and the Sami, it is you, from where did your passion do, you have barely touched me before, preferring the sodomy of boy hitherto while I remain unrelieved. ``

I stared at her, `` I chase whores, I admit, but ladies, girls, never boys, never sodomy, how can you call back that of me ? ``

'' So how can you spurn me, '' she asked, `` A perfunctory sum of a Sabbatum, it can not be sufficient. ''

'' And relief, you seek it now ? '' I asked.

'' No I am quite sated, '' she said, `` Do you ? ``

'' I do, '' I said.

'' Then rape me sir, I can not reject, '' she said.

'' And you Clarissa ? '' I asked.

'' I shall do my duty, '' she replied,

'' And for threepence will you profess to sleep with me Lola ? '' I asked.

'' If you promise to wrap me in silks and satins sir, '' she said, `` Oh god John, just take me, lease me to heaven ! '' she demanded, `` To your obligation sir, you have need of an heir ! ``

I took hold of her by the shoulders and eased her down the bed until I could incubate her, my parts slid within her parts and our conjugation was utter and we cared not that the handmaid heard every creaking of the bed and every exclamation of love.

And then we lay sated, `` Lola, '' I whispered, `` bring in my wife Camilla. ``

'' Yes sir, she said, certainly sir. '' she said and when she returned she was dressed in her own long white nightgown.

'' Sit down, '' I said, `` We need to utter. ``

'' Yes, '' she agreed, `` I wo n't alter you know, I have cravings, '' she explained.

'' pecker ? '' I asked, she nodded.

'' Cock, '' she agreed, `` It builds up, you know ? ``

'' Yes, '' I agreed, `` But not all the time ? ``

'' It builds up, '' she said again.

'' I need, '' I explained awkwardly, `` You know, a woman, every Nox, '' I looked into her eyes, she looked interested.

'' A cleaning lady ? '' she said, `` I thought ? ``

'' lady of pleasure, always whores, '' I said, `` I would never have an affair and. '' I thought before I said, `` Humiliate you. ``

'' While I have had all the men in the village very nearly and cuckolded and humiliated you, is that what you are saying ? '' she asked.

'' If you say so, '' I agreed.

'' It 's only occasionally, not every night, '' she said, `` But, well, there were quite a lot of them. ``

'' Days mainly, '' I surmised.

'' Yes, days mainly, '' she said, `` But I was always careful. ``

'' I should thrash you, but to be bazaar it 's a huge relief, `` I said. `` I did n't make out how to distinguish you we are ruined but it does n't seem so important now. ``

'' And you 'll commit up the whores now ? '' she asked.

'' When you are useable to me, '' I said, `` And you, the workman ? ``

'' If you satisfy me, yes, '' she agreed, `` fill me now John, I demand gratification. ``

'' You little slut, '' I declared, and I took her by the shoulder and prepared to plough her anew.

To be continued .