“Disease, Cook, Disease.” I explained. “Then get a pure ‘un, some gentlewoman fell on hard times,” she suggested. “Oh wonderful, shall I advertise in the Harrogate times, ‘Whore required, suit fallen gentlewoman,” I enquired. “Don’t be a pillock, advertise for a Governess!” she suggested. “Right some prim virginal impoverished girl,” I sighed. “What’s her going to do if you takes her eh?” she asked, “Tell her mommy? I don’t think so, her best bet will be to have you make her an offer see?” “Cook you have a nasty devious mind,” I agreed, “I shall write the advertisment forthwith.” I did as she said, ‘Governess required for single gentleman situate in a quiet country estate, would suit a well educated gentlewoman of tender years. Please apply... etc...etc.’ and I sent it the following morning with the carter for delivery to the Flying Horse to catch the post coach to Harrogate. I was not exactly deluged with responses, despite two lingerie visits to the post house in Harrogate to check for replies but then my luck changed. Not one but three respondents. Fortunately each gave her age so with application of a modicum of logic the elder two were put aside and Miss Fortesque was selected and an invitation to an interview at my humble abode was arranged. She arrived on Monday forenoon, a slender person riding in a two wheel trap with the Blacksmiths’ lad from Froxby. A slender damsel as far removed from from Cooks ample personage as one might imagine. “Miss Fortesque,” I greeted Brunette her, as I heard the clatter of their arrival over the cobble stones. “You found us then.” “Indeed though I own I thought at one stage we shoud fall over the edge of japanese the world,” she admitted, “I have never been so frightened in my life.” “Ah Aimscott scar, not for the faint hearted!” I agreed, “But come on in, send the cart away for now and I shall send the lad to recall it when we are done.” “But my bags,” she protested. “I shall get the boy to help you with them,” I said and ordered the Blacksmiths Lad, “Boy, luggage, inside, now, chop, chop.” “Are you always that rude?” she asked. I went to hold the horses head. “Yes, concise and to the point I am afraid,” I admittted. The lad scuttled to and fro with a copious quantity of baggage and then finally the task was done and he swung up into the cart and cracked the reins and wheeled away. I took Miss Fortesque inside, “How do you like my humble abode?” I asked. “The views are stunning,” she agreed, “But I have seen little of the house.” I showed her into the study, “Please take a seat. May I take your hat and coat?” I asked fetish as the heat from the coal fire blazing in asian the hearth struck us. “Yes, I suppose,” she said nervously, “I thought, er, I didn’t expect to be interviewed by you alone.” “Have no fear,” I said as I gently took the dark grey coat from her shoulders and hung it on the stand together with her wide brimmed hat. She sat nervously upon the small upright cane chair. With her coat removed a clean though worm grey dress was revealed, together with modest cleavage. Medium length nut brown hair, a slender neck. My member stirred. I slid the door catch, she looked alarmed, “What are you doing?” she demanded. “Oh I just don’t want us to be disturbed,” I said and I walked behind her and made my move. He felt his cock twitch a little. A full minute later they pulled her up. The sisters looked at each other lingerie for a moment until Jennifer put her arms around her sister and pulled her. “Have you ever thought about smoking any of the japanese fish?” “Yeah, I was Brunette thinking of trying to ease asian Tonya into it. “Oh baby,” he moaned shoving himself inside me all the way. “Then tell me how do you think Diane would have felt seeing you with either Jill or the new gal BJ?” I ask. He admired her long tanned stocking-clad legs. “So can we go to the nude beach?” I asked with the sexiest grin I could make, making her push her fetish head against mine. My fingers reached for her head. The lyrics went like this, Gerard pushes thoroughly the bristle inside the girl and locked the strap in place. They teased me. Caressed me. Made me feel so wild. The girls would start fully clothed in their plain grey dresses. I was a virgin. Pliable I asked? I then returned my hand to my pussy and after a few rubs, I began to finger myself. I was kind of glad to go soft, as I was starting to get sore. All of the underground bunkers and concrete buildings were repurposed and used to train the future soldiers of their WASP utopia. She reached down and slid me inside her. Then do a larger dose and so on until it maxed out on dissolving and no taste. “I might as well.” Sorrow shrugged, “It’s not like I have anything better to do.” Sparks of pleasure joined the electrifying jolts zapping from my nipples. The first one, Amy, was a tall skinny blond with just pointy little A-Cups to go along with her long, coltish legs.