The nighttime sky glowed red wi brightness level from rolling James Mill as cauldron after caldron of egg white hot metal were poured into moulding to mek iron slabs for t'rolln'grind

Prince Albert Grimshaw looked on wi pride.

"Eee Lad, afore yearn thee'll not see nowt for smoke from Grimshaws in't valley."he said jokily.

Cy Young Bob Fairlie looked out on't scene and all.

"So what you want wi me gaffer ?"Bob asked.

"It's me eldest, Elsie,"Albert said warily,"‘ Tween thee an me her needs a good seein to."

"See in to ?"Bob enquired.

"Bit of how's yer father,"Albert explained,"Her's nigh on twenty three and never been fucked, head in a Bible all't flaming meter, what practiced's that for a lass ?"

"So why d'you think she'd fancy me ?"Bob asked.

"fondness thee ? phantasy thee ? course she bloody won't fancy thee,"Albert said furiously,"She see's her sen wed to some bloody nob wi a poncy deed, but all they see's is her organisation, half on em ent nowt but threepence two farthings to their public figure, so they's only after me brass."

"So why me Gaffer ?"Bob asked.

"Thee growed up wi her didn't tha ?"Prince Albert asked,"Just plow her like any other lass, upend her and give her one."

"Ee gaffer, I ‘ ent like that,"Bod insisted.

"What ? Is tha a bloody fairy ?"Prince Albert demanded.

"Nay but I'd not upend a wench and have me way wi out her say so,"Bob confessed.

"Call thee self a bloke,"Prince Albert sighed."Bloody creep more like, well thee cans't do it or I'll find some un as what will."

"I'll see what I can do,"Bob agreed.

"Reet no metre like demo,"Albert replied,"Get over t'ouse and leave her a seein'to.

Poor Bob had no choice but to get off down gaffers mansion at end of Arkwright Street, it were glorious, a study in red and yellow engine room brick wi porticos and a Sublime Porte cochere wi component of a ember mine and germ mill and Palis of Versatile in Anatole France all designed by Albert's Padre, who were too tight to employ architects. Still it were big and imposing and that's what mattered

Bob knocked on endorse door,"old geezer sent I to devote young Elise a visual perception to,"he ventured.

Butler went red,"Mr Fairlie to give misfire Elsie a seeing to Ma'am,"he shouted to Mrs Grimshaw.

"Tell him in his bloody dreams,"Mrs Grimshaw shouted back,"Any route bout her's wi Honourable Jason Fforbes-Whitehead in't parlour so thee can sodomise off."

"antique says I has to upend her and dedicate her a seein'to,"Bob explained,"Gafer pays me brass not thee so I'll have to ask thee to endure aside."

pantryman stood aside and Bob strode past, trouble is he couldn't see where front room were.

Mrs Grimshaw bellowed a warning,"Elsie young Bob Fairlie's here to roger thee."

"Tell him to sod off,"Elsie bellowed forgetting the results of ten years education and her years at finishing school.

"I say,"Jason, retorted,"I thought you were a lady not a bally fishmonger !"

"And I thought you were a man not a mouse, '' Elsie replied,"Go and bash his spark out if thee fancies me !"

Jason swiftty emerged from the Parlour, bowed slightly to Bob who was completely dumbfound and he then ran as fast as hs stupid poncy branch would carry him towards the stables where his horse were tethered.

Bob headed to where Jason had come from.

Elise stood there in all her fnery like some poncy duchess,"Gaffer sent I to open thee one,"Bob explained.

"Daft sod thinks I'm still pure,"Elsie sighed,"I've had most of handmaid and C company of Durham illumination foot, been caught rwice and had to have gypsy woman sort me out."

"Bloody nether region,"says Bob.

"Blackbeard me a matter or two, boots on t'other pes lad,"says Elsie,"Mind it would be William Christopher Handy for pop to think you took me cherry."

"Spose,"Bob said,"We'll say as I did thee then, if gaffer asks."

"well we can't tell a lie,"Elsie suggested,"Come upstairs I don't want to get me clip all crumpled."

poor Bob, it were bad enough thinking he could upend her and poke her a couple of times and get back in time for clocking off snoot, but how could he compete with Durham Light Infantry ?

He followed Elsie up stairs to her room. She slipped off her attire and petticoat and asked Bob to help oneself with laces on her corset.

His workforce shook as he fumbled with laces but soon she were able to pull it away and set it on chair.

"Me tits sag wi out it,"she said sadly,"They'll be round me shank soon."

"Restin'on thee big fat belly when thee's in't family way,"Bob observed

"So thee'll put me in family way will thee ?"Emily asked.

"If tha'wants,"Bob offered nervously.

"Bob Fairlie, tha'could no more upend me and suffer thee way than fly to moon,"Elsie sighed,"Drop thee breeches, I want's to pay wi thee cock."

Bob never had a clew what to do, he were supposed to be forcing Emily to suffer relations and instead her were calling shots.

Next affair he knowed Elise had his breeches open and his turncock out. He'd never seen it so big."Oooh he likes me,"she gasped as she pushed him so's he were sat on t'end o the big four posted bed.

She were bared above waist now and she let her tits rub his prick,"twist me stockings down there's a love."she invited.

Bob did as he were bid and there she were naked.

"Do summat then,"Elsie said teasingly,"Thee's supposed to be upending me and having thee way."

"Thee's beautiful like,"Bob stammered.

"wellspring thank you kind sir,"she says in reply,"But I want's cock not compliments."

Bod reached out and held Elise round the shank. Elsie grabbed Bob's turncock and side by side off she had fell on him and his prick were well and truly up her.

"Ohhh that feels smashing !"Emily cooed as she rubbed her tits on dock chest,"An hour of this'll do nicely.

An minute, poor Bob only lasted l seconds before he let fly.

"You my lad need some serious grooming,"Elsie cooed,"I seen a Prince Albert dick pack in't jewellers in Ainsley street, you best get one."

"What ?"Bob replied,"I'm Millwright not a bloody Gigolo."

"wellspring it was you what said you'd come to give I a seeing to,"Elsie reminded him,"Look have a pint of Ale and see if it revives thee."

"I needs a three course meal after that."Bob replied.

"Well go and tell Cook as I said thee was to take in a becoming supper,"Elsie ordered.

Poor Bob all crestfallen he dressed and went to kitchen.

Elsie watched him go. A tender glow of satisfaction spread through her private parts, it wasn't the distance of time which pleased her, no it was more the length of cock, and the lovely squirt of cum, why she thought she was probably up duff already.

She smiles as she thought of Bob feeding his self and worrying about pleasuring her anon, that 's sort of blighter she wanted, someone under thumb not off wenching and gambling like some of the nob her mam invited round. No Bob Fairle would do nicely, she just had to train him up and she looked forward to doi'just that .