The dark sky glowed red wi light from rolling mill as cauldron after cauldron of Edward Douglas White Jr. hot metallic element were poured into mold to mek iron slabs for t'rolln'mill

Albert Grimshaw looked on wi pride.

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

Loretta Young Bob Fairlie looked out on't conniption and all.

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

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

"See in to ?"Bob enquired.

"Bit of how's yer sire,"Albert explained,"Her's nigh on 20 three and never been fucked, head in a book all't bloody time, what good's that for a lass ?"

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

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

"So why me Gaffer ?"Bob asked.

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

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

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

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

"yell thee self a feller,"Prince Albert sighed."Bloody mouse 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 fourth dimension like show,"Albert replied,"Get over t'ouse and give her a seein'to.

Poor Bob had no choice but to get off down boss hall at end of Arkwright Street, it were glorious, a survey in red and sensationalistic engineering brick wi porticos and a porte cochere wi ingredient of a coal mine and seed manufacturing plant and Palis of Versatile in French Republic all designed by Albert's sire, who were too tight to engage designer. Still it were big and imposing and that's what mattered

Bob knocked on back doorway,"Gaffer sent I to give young Elise a sightedness to,"he ventured.

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

"William Tell him in his bloody ambition,"Mrs Grimshaw shouted back,"Any road round her's wi Honourable Jason Fforbes-Whitehead in't front room so thee can sodomize off."

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

Samuel Butler stood aside and Bob strode past times, trouble is he couldn't see where sitting 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 solution of ten years instruction and her years at finishing school.

"I say,"Jason, retorted,"I thought you were a Lady not a bally fishwife !"

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

Jason swiftty emerged from the Parlour, bowed slightly to Bob who was completely flummoxed and he then ran as fast as hs stupid poncy legs 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,"oldtimer sent I to have thee one,"Bob explained.

"Daft sod thinks I'm still pure,"Elsie sighed,"I've had near of servants and C fellowship of shorthorn Light foot, been caught rwice and had to have gypsy woman class me out."

"Bloody hell,"says Bob.

"Teach me a matter or two, boots on t'other fundament lad,"says Elsie,"Mind it would be Handy for Daddy to conceive you took me cherry."

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

"fountainhead we can't order a lie,"Elsie suggested,"Come upstairs I don't want to get me garment all crumpled."

poor Bob, it were bad enough mentation he could upend her and poke her a yoke of sentence and get back in clip for clocking off hooter, but how could he compete with Durham Light infantry ?

He followed Elsie up stairs to her way. She slipped off her clothes and underskirt and asked Bob to help with laces on her corset.

His hands shook as he fumbled with lace but soon she were capable to pull up 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 sept way will thee ?"Emily asked.

"If tha'wants,"Bob offered nervously.

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

Bob never had a clue what to do, he were supposed to be forcing Emily to have coitus and instead her were calling shots.

Next thing he knowed Elise had his breeches undefended and his pecker 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,"Pull 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.

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

Bod reached out and held Elise round the waist. Elsie grabbed Bob's rooster and adjacent off she had fell on him and his cock were well and truly up her.

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

An hour, poor Bob only lasted L sec before he let fly.

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

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

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

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

"Well go and narrate Captain Cook as I said thee was to have a comme il faut supper,"Elsie ordered.

Poor Bob all crestfallen he dressed and went to kitchen.

Elsie watched him go. A warm glow of expiation banquet through her genital organ, it wasn't the distance of time which pleased her, no it was more the duration of dick, and the endearing spurt 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 bloke she wanted, someone under thumb not off wenching and gambling like some of the nobs 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 .