“My word,” cried his lordship. “Marie didn't exaggerate in the least. What thickness! What a root! Let's see the bag-my word! What stones-man, you are built like a horse!”
Crossing over to Montgomery, he grasped the noble instrument and began to gently massage it. “My word, it has a head like an elephant!” Montgomery reached up and grasped Roxboro's hand. “My lord, you had better stop; that feels terribly good, that frigging, but in just a moment I shall probably spend all over your hand, so you had better quit.”
Roxboro laughed and with another movement or two slapped the stiff and rampant tool up against Montgomery's belly. “Tut, tut! I can see we are going to be good friends, my lad. Supposing I should bring Marie in here after the others have retired, and she and you and I had a little bout; would that have any effect upon your excellent prong? Would you be willing to take part in an affair of that kind?”
“Oh, would I? Just try me, sir, and see,” replied Montgomery, his eyes sparkling. “I have been wanting that little wench ever since she left me; just give me a chance at her again, sir; I will be your slave for life, and as for you, sir, I should love to have you enjoy her also; she is hot enough for a dozen men like us!”
“But for me to enjoy her before your eyes-would you be willing to stand for that? Not a bad idea, by Jove! Having a woman in front of the very eyes of her husband. What do you say to that, eh?”
“Excellent, sir,” replied the worthy Montgomery. “Only one thing, sir; won't you permit me to punish her a little bit for her treatment of me? I am sure she deserves it. Won't you let me make it just a little bit hot for her? I owe her that much, anyway.”
“Well, we'll see,” replied the old fox. “You seem to wear about the same size clothing as myself; in that closet you will find some garments. I shall go downstairs now and while I am gone, you may bathe yourself and then put on some of my things. You will await my return here. Now, remember, you are to be absolutely obedient; no matter what I command, you will obey and fulfill my every wish; otherwise you are likely to experience some unpleasant results. Is that understood?”
“Oh, yes, sir,” replied Montgomery. “You may count on me, sir; whatever you wish will be done and I will make you a good servant, never fear. Thank you for not turning me in.”
Roxboro left the room and Montgomery immediately proceeded to the bathroom, congratulating himself upon his situation; he was a sharp fellow and thought he understood the conditions pretty well; this man Roxboro was an old rake and the future seemed to contain a vista of endless rounds of sensuality. He was to be paid a salary for living in this fine home, and he trusted his own light fingers to add to whatever Roxboro might pay him. His ideas on sex matters were such that if the old buzzard could suggest anything which Montgomery would shy at, he would have to have a wonderful imagination to think it up.
Roxboro continued downstairs, where he found Freda and Caroline seated at a table in the drawing room, engaged in a game of lotto. “Where is Marie?” he demanded abruptly.
“Oh,” said Freda, “she's out in the refectory crying; that terrible creature that came choked her nearly to death and he beat her. Do you want her, uncle?”
“Yes, immediately. Go tell her to come to me at once,” snapped the lord.
Freda scampered like a mouse to the rear of the house, where she found the weeping maid, whom she directed to report to Roxboro at once. The two returned to the drawing room, where Marie curtsied and inquired if the master wished to speak to her.
“Marie, tonight instead of going to the servant's quarters, you will remain in the kitchen until bedtime, then ascend to the second floor and report to me in the library. There are some things I wish to talk over with you at that time. I don't wish to hear anything now; if you have something you wish to speak to me about, you may do so later. That is all, now; be sure to report to me at ten o'clock.”
The maid curtsied and withdrew. Returning to the rear with palpitating bosom and quivering anatomy, realizing the probable outcome of her visit to the master later, she repaired to the bath, where she carefully made her toilet, and then went about her usual chores.
“What is it, uncle?” queried Freda, consumed with curiosity to know what all the excitement was about. “That man said he was married to Marie and that she-”
“Now, now!” said Roxboro laughingly. “You must not quiz your uncle; that is very impolite. See, look at your sister; you should learn to act like her; be nonchalant and disinterested in affairs and keep your poise at all times. I am sure that everything will be made clear to you in time, so just be patient and don't question me,” and with a nip of the ear, he pushed her from him.
“Now, girls, what do you say to a game of whist?”
“And pray, what shall the stakes be, uncle?” cried Freda.
“Well, how about a kiss on your pretty little quim?” laughed her uncle teasingly.
“Oh, that's fine, uncle. And if you win, Carrie or I will kiss your dickie; won't we, Caroline?”
Caroline only blushed prettily and bade her sister desist from such remarks. Freda, however, laughed and insisted that the wager stand; uncle had made the suggestion and she insisted that a wager was a wager and the loser must pay.
As usual, at the end of the rubber, Freda was the loser, and without ado dove beneath the table. Her dainty and charming hands soon sent the buttons of her uncle's trousers flying as she feverishly hauled out his joint and soon had half of its limberness embedded in her rosy mouth. Pulling and sucking at it, she titillated it for several moments; then allowing it to drop, in a spirit of mischief she crept over to her sister, slipped her head under her dresses, and began to tongue and kiss her sister's cunt, instilling Caroline with a wave of lustful feeling, which she permitted for a few moments; then, pushing the child away from her, she dropped her flaming face to the table and buried her head in her arms.
“Oh, see,” laughed Roxboro, “the effect of your tongue upon your sister; you have nearly caused her to faint. Please now, Freda, desist from this business for a while.”
Freda's laughing rosy face popped out from beneath the table and, seizing the cards, she shuffled them for a new deal.
Putting her hand under the table, she fumbled for a moment and, in response to the inquiring glance of the others, said coyly, “I'm just opening my panties for the next loser, and I hope that it will be you, uncle, as your tongue has more fire than Caroline's, but if she does lose, I will take her just the same.”
True to her prophecy, Lord Roxboro lost his wager and he was laughingly forced beneath the table and in turn kissed and tongued the hot coosies of his beautiful wards.
Freda lost the next hand and again she dashed with gusto under the table and tickled and tongued at her uncle's noble prick and her sister's luscious cunt.
But at last the law of averages prevailed and Caroline lost and was forced to clamber under the table and lap her sister's hot pussy and the noble prong of her expectant uncle.
This delightful game progressed for some time. Finally, however, bedtime arrived and Roxboro, telling the girls not to be alarmed at any strange noises they might hear from his library, escorted the girls to their rooms and affectionately bade them good night.
“I may have a great deal for you tomorrow,” he said, “and it is best that you retire at once and get all the rest you can. It will be useless for-you to mount your usual observation post tonight, as I have taken the precaution of plugging up the hole for the time being and you will therefore be unable to see what transpires. If I wish your presence, I shall awaken you; otherwise, good night and pleasant dreams.”
The covering of the peephole was a severe blow to the excitable Freda, who had fondly imagined she would be permitted to see all that transpired. But after verifying her uncle's statement, she regretfully prepared for bed.