'If I ever get out of here and am still able to walk,' he said, 'I shall attempt the task. But first, I'd better get on with my immediate duties, or your Welsh friend will never let me go.'
I realised that in spite of his verbal reluctance he also had been provoked to his coming. Fairly snorting with his efforts, he was matching Megan stroke for stroke. For a man of such cerebral habits he was proving surprisingly athletic, although 'I recalled that he was used to long moorland excursions according to Mrs. P-'s account.
By now I was becoming quite drained with the activities of the day. A last jet of cum trickled rather than gushed down Megan's throat and she began to lick me clean. My prick slipped from her mouth and a final milky dribble fell on Holmes. Luckily he failed to notice its descent as he also was completing his spending. Satisfied at last, Megan ceased her writhing and let him slip free as well.
'That should be sevenpence each,' she said. 'But since we had not come to any agreement beforehand, I shall have to rely on your generosity.'
'Now, Madam, will you please release me,' said Holmes, 'or our quarry will escape.'
Megan lifted herself up. 'All sweaty, I am,' she said, 'I need another wash.'
'Well, you stay down here and clean yourself up,' I said, 'I have to get back to the dining room at once.'
Once more pulling my dress down, I looked about me.
'Your cap is all awry,' she said. 'Here, let me straighten it.'
'Give me a hand with Mr. Holmes, first,' I said. 'He seems to be Stuck in the basket.' Together we took him by the arms and hauled him to his feet. As we let him go, he clutched his back and winced.
'An old campaign injury,' he said. 'South Africa.' For a moment he stood, bent double and then took a deep breath and drew himself up. 'My pipe. It's gone again.' Megan fussed round him like a mother hen, tucking his shirt into his trousers, before retrieving his pipe and other belongings.
'I shall go outside and wait in the street,' he said. 'When you have finished your duties upstairs, you must make your way round to my rooms. If I have not returned, Mrs. Sayers will look after you. Now, I must be gone.' So saying he let himself out into the darkness.
'What are you going to do?' I asked Megan, 'I don't think you should linger. Remember that there are two maids, in all probability still naked, locked in the cupboard. It would never do if they managed to get out and found you here. One at least is implicated in the plot.'
'Don't worry yourself about me,' she said, 'I promise to avoid detection.' There was no point in interrogating her further on her intentions. I would have to trust to her common sense. Then a thought struck me.
'Where are my clothes?' I said, 'I shall have to change back out of this dress before I leave.'
'Oh, you don't want to bother with those raggedy old things,' she said. 'You look very fetching as you are.'
'But where are they?' I insisted.
'In the corner over there. You get upstairs and I'll fish them out and leave them where you can find them later.' Once again I was propelled back into the fray.
At the top of the stairs I stumbled. The fatigue of the day was beginning to affect me. As I entered the dining room, Lady M-looked up.
'Back again so soon, Hetty?' she said.
'I would prefer to be called by my correct name,' I said.
'Not dressed like that,' she said, tweaking provocatively at the hem of my dress. 'Cecily and Gwendolen have been telling me all about your artistic interests. But where is Mr. Holmes? I think it is time he was brought up from below stairs so we can have a council of war and then possibly some entertainment.'
'He has resumed his watch in the street,' I said. 'Your gentleman caller has to be followed when he leaves.'
'That should be in a minute or two,' she said. 'Esther is seeing him out.'
'He brought some message from the blackmailer, I presume,' I said.
'A demand that I hand over a letter signing away much of my fortune. I told him that I would have to see my attorney. The letters of assignment have to be prepared within two days. He will call again to collect them.'
'I am certain that Mr. Holmes will be able to apprehend the principal in this diabolic scheme.'
'Then there is nothing more that we can do for the moment,' she said. 'Cecily has a plan to take our minds off this sorry affair.'
The splendidly full-bosomed Cecily stood up. I realised that the back of her dress was already unbuttoned.
'Since Esther is otherwise engaged for the moment, you must play the part of ladies' maid. There are a couple of fastenings that I cannot easily reach.' She presented her back to me. Already her creamy shoulders and back were partly exposed. Fumbling slightly, I undid the remaining restraints on her freedom. Under instruction, I pushed her dress and chemise off her shoulders. Her splendidly lush titties sprang into view.
'Your hands,' she said. Obediently I reached round her from behind. She took my hands and placed them firmly on her breasts. They were warm and plump in my palms.
'A little attention to my nipples, I think,' she said. My fingers closed over her already protruding nipples. I felt them harden under my touch.
'Squeeze them,' Cecily said. I began to rub and fondle her. All fatigue was forgotten as I felt her respond to me.
'A little harder,' she said. 'Oh! That feels so lovely.' Nestling her bum against Mr. Pego, she started to twist and sway, forcing her titties into the palms of my hands. As I began to stroke her, she was breathing more and more heavily.
'Keep going!' she gasped. 'A bit harder. Don't be afraid of hurting me. I am quite impervious to pain when my breasts are being massaged. Oh! Lady M — ' she said to our hostess, is it not simply the most delightful experience to feel a man's hands on one's bosom?'
I looked over in Lady M-'s direction. She had flung herself down in an upholstered chair and I noticed that one hand had crept under her skirt and she was beginning to frig herself into a state of excitement.
'Gwendolen, please,' she said. 'Hetty has got her hands full. I wonder if you could be of assistance.'
Gwendolen, ever the courteous guest, rose and knelt down in front of her. Carefully she drew Lady M-'s skirt up. She responded by leaning back and parting her thighs. I saw the forest of her quim spread out before me. As though unveiling some rare treasure to an expectant audience, Gwendolen slipped one finger under her and felt for a moment. Lady M-gave a shudder of pleasure as the finger disappeared into her. Then it was slowly drawn upwards. A second finger joined it in its unseen cave, then her lips were carefully parted and Lady M-'s cunney was opened out to the public gaze. Instinctively I clutched Cecily harder and began to rub my hands up and down her glorious breasts. My prick jutted out, pressing into her. Cecily lifted up both her skirts and mine and as the embroidered material rubbed against the very tip of my distended member, I was brought to a state of almost uncomfortable readiness. I felt her cheeks part and she reached down, taking hold of the end of my prick and guiding it easily into her. Once I was properly seated, she stopped all movement, and paused expectantly.
As though recognising her cue, Gwendolen began to rub her fingers up and down in Lady M-'s cunney. She slipped still further down in her chair and spread herself wide. She let out a sudden cry of pleasure and I realised 'that Gwendolen's assiduous fingers had encountered Lady M-'s clit. As the slow but regular movements of her rubbing and caressing continued, I found myself automatically rubbing Cecily's nipples in a similar circular fashion. She was now bumping her cheeks against me, forcing me still deeper into her. Then she started to slip backwards and forwards on me, bending down so that I could thrust my entire member into her wet and welcoming tunnel.