Clarissa, Masters wife, worker 's whore pt1

Yorkshire UIK after the general strike of 1926.


I stood idly on the sens strewn weapons platform with the blustery wind ruffling my thin summertime case, as it rattled the locked waiting room room access and rustled the lush cow parsley on the now neglected place garden and I watched the little gearing which brought me chuff busily away up the steep sided valley as I fretted and wondered why Brabbinger my chauffeur was not there to pick me up in the roster Royce.

Old Ted the toothless ex stationmaster looked out from the old station theater across the road wearing shirt and braces where once he stood resplendent in dark serge and gold braid as he waved away the John Griffith Chaney geartrain but today times were hard, the station was now but a halt and he eked out an existence opening and closing the stage crossing gates for the periodic one autobus Railmotor or rare train of coal wagons from nearby colliery.

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

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

'' Very in force sir, '' he said.

drapery twitched upstairs, Molly, Cardle 's eldest looked out, misfortunate Molly, such a sweet missy when I knew her, fresh plucked and working at John Mill when I sampled her, but fat as a pig now, and working flatbed on her binding all the hours of the day and Night to put a freshness in her buddy and sisters mouths. Cardle knew, even then he knew and he spent on the horses what she earned in trinkets on her back but the cosmopolitan ten-strike killed our valley, our steam Mills lay slug and when the mines reopened our swap was gone and the miners stayed house and drank away their troubles while their wives went to work on the streets of Leeds of an evening, coming home on the midnight train the whore 's verbalise instead of working our looms.

But that was not my job, not any more, I had reached the end of my lead, had given up the inadequate conflict and sold my plowshare in the mob house to mathematical group of London businessmen, idiots to a man I believed, sold out for a tenth of what they were once worth and I now waited to face Clarissa.

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

She was always so, she had a material dowry, we needed the money, her father believed she was a thin soul unsuited to a full spousal relationship and thus from number of suitor he chose me for her husband as he believed I was a sod, lord knows why, there was hardly a milling machinery lady friend I had n't shafted when I worked in the billet as a lad, back before my Father of the Church gave up the battle and passed on and so prompt me into trying to stay fresh his crumbling business Empire afloat and hand men who as young person had fought in the Great War a hazard to feed their home despite the rap and economic depression,

But it was done now, all was sold and if she did n't care living in a four bed menage in Leeds with only a cook and two retainer then she could damn well link the convent, because that was all that was left, yes her dowry of a 100 thousand pounds was gone, just one house that was all we owned, a fortnight was all we had to countermand the mediaeval monstrosity of Barnestone antechamber.

I telephoned Mrs Boyd at the post bureau to say I would be on the two fifteen from Leeds, and she assured me she would send word for Brabbinger to call for me, yet five proceedings I had been waiting and there was no bun 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 near Mr 'Ardhaker sir. '' he said and I so nearly threw my hat on the floor and stamped upon it I was so frustrated, damnit if mollie 's little sister had been abroad surely I should sampled her without a endorsement 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 walk, '' I said icily, `` Good day ! '' and crunching the gravel beneath my patent leather shoe 's soles I set to walk through the village and up to the Hall one finale time.

The serried rows of houses looked unaccustomedly plum, pristine almost, shorn of their cloak of smoke and their dusting of smoking dust now the mill had fallen mum and the ember mine worked only one putz on one sack and that half manned.

Serried ranks, a serried rank of workess men queued outside the miner 's branch waiting for Ted Charles Digby Harrod the Landlord to open up, each in their clean freshly laundered white shirts, dark pant and unconditional hood, a unvarying dress if ever there was one, out of work lads, cuss thrown on the rubbish heap, spending the kiddies charity money on ale, what a waste.

I walked on, I knew center 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 ranks of houses, some beside the roadway with nothing but decent place for a thrust bike for a path but some with steep front gardens reaching up to the street as it climbed while they sat beside the epithelial duct, some like twenty six and eight with the bedrooms stratum with the road it so steep was the rise.

There was a little Esther Hobart McQuigg Slack Morris car, outside number twenty eight I fancied, all in nigrify, like our the three estates run about, knockout topped, and four buns not two and a dickie like the old ace, it took my eye, debt accumulator no uncertainty, I thought, yet there were pall 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 plain that the driver 's hind end was occupied though with facing away from me the car hid him except his arm which was upon the window ledge.

All I had to do was remember the number of the estate car and I should have behaved otherwise but I failed to realize it and sprang upon the rogue as if he were a debt collector or debt aggregator man.

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

'' Whup, '' the rascal said, a familiar rogue indeed.

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

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

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

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

'' So, drive me dwelling ! '' I ordered. and I swung round to the former side and squeezed through the door to join him in the cramped interior, `` effort man ! '' I ordered my humour now moving from black to inflamed.

'' But, '' he said.

'' I left word, '' I said, `` Two XV from Leeds, '' I explained, `` Even the London and North Eastern Railway can get here in under the round hour from Leeds ! ``

'' But the missis sir, '' he said, his tunic undone and his catch and hatless he looked a make out pigwash - about and a disgrace.

'' Just drive hoot you, '' I insisted and he pushed the self starter and it just solid ground uselessly.

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

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

'' What exactly is the problem ? '' 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 missus, '' Brabbinger explained.

'' It 's a goddam sporting house ! '' I said, `` Out with it ! '' I snapped, `` There 's a deuced brothel in Barnestone ! ``

'' No ! '' Brabbinger tried desperately to lie, but the horror of the situation was too much, it might be but two calendar week more that we owned the row of theater but a brothel !

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

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

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

'' It 's Bond ! '' he said, `` jemmy bail 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 ! ``

'' flavour, it was a fair Leontyne Price, '' I explained.

'' bazaar, 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 blighter in village Mr bloody 'Ardhaker sir. ``

'' What ! '' I expounded.

'' Poked her Mr 'Ardhaker sir, '' he said, `` Do you hear 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 cuckold sir ! '' the man behind said, `` Begging your pardon Mr 'Ardacre sir, but like jimmy says, well, she been, '' he said, `` Ent she Jimmy ''

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

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

They stood aside and I ascended the mean value, narrow, bare boarded stairway, a lout lounged at the top, `` Two Kenyan shilling for a finely valet de chambre such as you sir, '' he said briefly before the impact of my mighty fist on his jaw raised his skull a full six inches and he collapsed moaning.

I tried the door, twisted the pommel left and mighty but it was locked so I put my shoulder to it and my entrance was in a shower of splinter, two sonny boy stood beside the bed, their rough working person overalls undone and hanging about their human knee and their appendages rampant as they stroked them idly as they looked on while their friend ploughed a painted bawd who lay in her T. H. White underthings upon a stained striped mattress upon an iron bed frame.

A slight goody elegant cocotte, her elegant legs wrapped around the uncouth fellow with a hairy ass that would stimulate been the pride of any baboon which bobbed rapidly and inelegantly up and down as his member slammed into and squelched out of her.

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

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

She jerked her point 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 Jimmy 's door Mr 'Ardhaker, '' said the more stupid of the two oafs as they stood rearing and naked still.

'' Saint John the Apostle, oh god John, but you 're not due until Saturday ! '' Clarissa protested,

'' No beloved, '' I said, `` I 'm certain there is an excellent and completely fairish account ! '' I shouted, `` For your appalling behaviour ! '' She looked alarm, `` In your own sentence, call for your pleasure first my dearest. '' I said patronisingly.

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

'' Upset Mr Bulstrode, oh no contribution and plowshare alike, '' I snorted, `` For when I rip out your entrails with a rust-brown fishplate I 'll be for certain the pawl and crumb each have fair shares of your gastric mill ! ``

He leapt from her with alacrity leaving Clarissa lewdly displayed, her tit aroused but though perfectly formed sadly deficient in volume and her cunt as the vulgar workmen have it, gaping the rim slightly open, well used, glistening with her juices and near as damnit hairless like a whore's.

Bulstrode grabbed for his coat missed his footing 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 excuse your demeanor before you fornicate again ? '' I asked, `` You whore ! ``

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

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

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

'' Yes you can my darling, '' I said, `` Come with me ! '' and I pulled until she was bent on painfully double and she had to slide around to get her feet to the side of the bed or I would have dragged her head first to the floor.

'' John ! '' she wailed, `` arrest, I am not decent. '' she protested, `` I need Harry ! '' she insisted.

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

'' My prophylactic, '' she said, and there was Bulstrode peeling a rubber preventive off his phallus, a genuine backbreaking duty reusable prophylactic like the lads would get used in the majuscule war.

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

'' My clothes ! '' she said, as apart from her under fault which was undefended down the front man revealing her breasts and sex she was entirely and deliciously raw, `` John No ! '' she wailed as I dragged her from the way and onto the stairs, I almost sent her reeling with a articulatio genus in the minor of her back but at the last import I forced her hand up her back instead.

'' lavatory for pities 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 whore ! ``

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

'' flavor, '' I said, `` Not one mortal lifts a finger to assist you, is that not truly amazing ? ``

'' Please my shoe ! '' she wailed.

'' I 'm throwing you out, with zero, you 're to be a whore, cyprian 's ca n't open shoes, you 're going to be a barefoot whore so get used to it. '' I railed, `` I 'm cutting you off without a bean do you understand ? ``

'' Yes, anything, but allow me to dress, '' she protested, as she stood nakedly pleading, her golden hair cascading to her pale garden pink shoulder and her unloosen arm trying inadequately to cover her chest and her sex.

'' No, let everyone see you, '' I snapped as I pushed her up the cinder route towards the asphalt road.

Men watched from upstairs as they dressed and those from downstairs as they waited their turn, knowing now their turn was denied, their free criminal conversation denied for this afternoon at the very least.

Brabbinger watched us approach and opened the car door for her, but I pushed her past the short Morris and on up the route, as a gaggle of Brigham Young men filed from the house and were following us at a respectful distance.

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

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

'' I, '' I said, `` Have nothing to be ashamed of, she is the woman of the street, fornicating with all comers ! ''

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

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

The houses soon ended and the vista of the valley over the apportionment gardens and the canal beyond opened and deprived of the tax shelter the houses provided the gusting hint seemed ever stronger as the road climbed steadily up the valley side, a few rain pearl spattered the road and in the distance a train was rattling back towards Leeds, I should take chained her to the crossroad gates for all to see but we had gone the wrong way but by then the sign of the zodiac were far behind us and the men had stopped following.

'' My invertebrate foot, '' she protested, `` My pitiful feet ! ``

'' Do n't concern, '' I said, `` I 'll find you a overnice cheap back alley to lay on your back in, '' I said, `` You little whore ! ``

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

Brabbinger was following in the minuscule Morris. I beckoned to him, and when he accelerated towards us and then slowed I ordered him to `` bring in the bun. ``

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

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

'' Hardacres ? '' she asked.

'' Barnestone pit, Barnestone estates, Hardacres and The residence. '' I explained, `` I came home to tell you. ``

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

'' Nothing much, a mansion in Leeds. '' I told her.

'' Thank god, I 've been so worry ! '' 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 brink to massage 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 arms, suddenly cognizant of her sex, for the smell of sex pervaded her and my appendage stirred as I carried her to the old Edward Durell Stone barn. I fiddled with the door catch but she knew how the old door opened with a conducting wire and then we were inside.

I set her down on a straw bale.

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

'' What ? '' I asked,

'' Do n't force me, please, I 'll go, I 'll appease with Aunt Matilda, '' she said.

'' No, you 're going on the streets, a bum whore, a cent a clip, '' I said. `` Newcastle maybe, John Griffith Chaney docks. ``

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

'' Leeds then, I shall advertise your services and change over the cellar into a dungeon. '' I explained and my thumb was between her legs probing.

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

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

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

'' Of form you can, usher 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 push on my fly and then my knock, I should make protested and stopped her but then my pant were down and she bent her head and took the tip of my cock into her mouth.

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

'' No, I do n't make Harry, '' she said, her unredeemed prophylactic.

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

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

'' Whore, '' I chided, `` Milk me, influence your muscles and milk me you whore. ``

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

'' Why ? '' I asked, `` When you can be a barefoot whore with a child in tow.

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

'' plosive consonant 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 whore ! ``

'' Without a Harry ? '' she asked.

'' We do n't have a, '' I said but the familiar spirit thrill 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 juice she held me tightly

'' Oh, '' she said, `` I forgot, you had no Harry, I did n't stand for 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

'' null, but I am grown flaccid, take in me, '' I ordered, `` It meant nothing to me, you 're a whore so earn your tuppence and suck me ! ``

'' What ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' capital of the United Kingdom sporting lady do n't object, '' I said, `` So soak up ! '' I ordered and I grabbed her fuzz and forced her foreland into my crotch.

'' Please, do n't displume my hair out ! '' she protested and she took my penis and began to solve the tip.

I stiffened immediately, `` Lie on your rachis, '' I said, `` I always ejaculate too soon the first time so make yourself comfortable because this could consider some time. ``

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

'' Of course you may my dear, '' I agreed, as I aimed my appendage at her sopping wet vagina, and pressed myself firmly upon her, `` There 's an duplicate threepence for you if your very, very skillful 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 back she held me to her.

The unaccustomed ease with which I ploughed her, the flavor of her unimpeded by prophylactic, and even the thin British capital Rubber 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 key out girl ? '' I asked her.

She looked confused, 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 whore. ``

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

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

'' I shall divorce you, and you shall be Lola my whore, '' I said firmly.

'' But John ! '' she protested.

'' You want the life of a tart then ingest one, cooking cleaning and children for your day and on your book binding of an eventide, '' I snapped.

'' For you ? '' she asked.

'' And my friends, '' 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 slip and the here and now of ecstasy was upon me and my seed boiled from me forcibly making her squeal with delight.

We lay a second and then I withdrew, took my crownwork and offered it to her and after wiping myself on a handkerchief I dressed and looked for her, she had found her ear rings and was looking for the comb, `` go out it ! '' I ordered, `` Come ! ``

It was raining harder now, `` seed here, '' I ordered and I swept her up into my arms clear of the solid ground, `` I 'll pack you, '' I said and with a helping hand on her bare backside I carried her to the road and turning to the leftfield carried her cover to the repulsive medieval Barnestone Manor.

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

'' I found this whore fornicating in the village, have her washed and ascertain her a smock 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 nursing bottle in my study was hollow, I threw it against the paries in foiling and watched the brown fragment glisten in the sunlight.

It was six o'clock, the telephone interchange would be shut by now, there was no supper and Brabbinger was nowhere to be seen with the Rolls, I realised I had left my left my newspaper type at the brothel sign, I cursed and went downstairs to the kitchen, Clarissa was in a hip bathtub before the kitchen range as Mrs bridge bathed her.

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

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

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

The William Morris car was there still, I went to begin it but the stamp battery was dead and I had no stomach for cranking it with the handle but there inside was my paper case which Brabbinger had saved for me.

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

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

'' Did you pry 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.

'' exact me to the pit, '' I ordered.

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

'' damn it, I 'll drive ! '' I said though I had n't driven for years and throw away his doorway wide.

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

There was a gaggle of men outside number twenty eight, I swung the Rolls to a arrest, `` Have a near laugh at my disbursal, '' I suggested, `` But you 'll be laughing the other incline of your heads come next month, '' I added, `` Colliery 's sold, pulverization 's sold and land 's sold, you wo n't have need of a lady of pleasure, you 'll have need of a bed for to sleep in ! ``

I punched the ego starter and lurched away, grinding to the colliery to spread the newsworthiness then onto the Mill.

'' I 'm not surprised, '' Greerson the pit manager said, and he extended a deal, `` We appreciate your exploit sir, '' he said, `` No one could have done Sir Thomas More, '' and at the Mill they were equally unsurprised.

I returned home, Clarissa was nowhere to be seen, but a elementary dinner party was simmering and I ate ravenously.

Mrs Harry Bridges brought my sweet, a razz tart.

'' My wife and I shall dissociate, '' I said, `` Have her things moved to the Blue room forthwith, '' I ordered, `` I shall not share a bed with that trollop ever again. ''

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

'' This night, have that hussy Lola help you, '' I ordered.

I pushed my home away and retired to the discipline, then as Nox fell I went to the garden, I fancied I heard the pit brass lot playing but it was an trick, they had played their finish when the coal smash started and we had the instruments back to languish fresh in the honcho office.

I walked the unkempt gardens, one gardener now idled where six had formerly toiled, and in the moonshine 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 john adjacent though in cold water system, and dressed in my simple nighttime shirt.

There was a faint tap upon the doorway, timidly so, `` ejaculate, '' I said and the threshold opened, Clarissa stepped in, barefoot, wearing a uncomplicated albumen shimmy and carrying a jug of warm milk.

'' Mrs span sent me sir, '' she said, `` leave there be anything else sir begging your amnesty. ``

'' You are Lola are you not ? '' I asked, `` The trollop 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 frigid, Lola, warm it for me, '' I ordered, she pulled give the covers and slid in, `` Nakedly fille, warm the bed with your warmth ! '' I ordered, `` Off with it girl, '' I said and I grabbed her shift and lofted it over her head.

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

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

I kissed her neck, `` John the Divine no ! '' she said.

I kissed more firmly, `` I wish to mark you as my own, '' I said as I left making love bites on each former berm where they became her cervix and I kept kissing as I ploughed her and she for her office raked my back and buttocks with her finger nails as I took my delight as great white clouds of ether seemingly engulfed me until at length pounding rushing relief came like the insolence of a stack waterfall and in the moistness and pleasance and succor as I held her so we slept.

The sun was high in the sky when I woke, Clarissa was looking out through a chink in the curtain, `` seminal fluid back to bed, '' I said, `` We need to talk. ``

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

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

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

'' You choose, '' I suggested, ``
'' Then we will talk, '' she said, `` And yes I choose silks and satins and delicate yet severely intrusions that make my totally being cry out with delectation, '' she said as she came to the bed, `` It is not I John the Evangelist, Clarissa and Lola are one and the same, it is you, from where did your passion come, you have barely touched me before, preferring the sodomy of boys hitherto while I remain unrelieved. ``

I stared at her, `` I chase whores, I admit, but ladies, little girl, never boys, never sodomy, how can you think that of me ? ``

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

'' And backup man, you seek it now ? '' I asked.

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

'' I do, '' I said.

'' Then plunder me sir, I can not resist, '' she said.

'' And you Clarissa ? '' I asked.

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

'' And for threepence will you pretend to love me Lola ? '' I asked.

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

I took handle of her by the shoulder and eased her down the bed until I could cover her, my division slid within her parts and our union was double-dyed and we cared not that the servants heard every creak of the bed and every exclaiming of love.

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

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

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

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

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

'' hammer, '' 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 night, '' I looked into her middle, she looked interested.

'' A womanhood ? '' she said, `` I thought ? ``

'' prostitute, always whores, '' I said, `` I would never get 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 Nox, '' she said, `` But, well, there were quite a lot of them. ``

'' Days mainly, '' I surmised.

'' Yes, day mainly, '' she said, `` But I was always thrifty. ``

'' I should thrash you, but to be fair it 's a huge respite, `` I said. `` I did n't cognise how to tell you we are ruined but it does n't appear so authoritative now. ``

'' And you 'll give up the harlot now ? '' she asked.

'' When you are available to me, '' I said, `` And you, the working man ? ``

'' If you satisfy me, yes, '' she agreed, `` fulfill me now trick, I demand satisfaction. ``

'' You trivial strumpet, '' I declared, and I took her by the shoulders and prepared to plough her anew.

To be continued .