Anonymous - A Stately English Mansion

After all, what else could Easton and Ethel do, Letitia told herself happily all the while that Easton brooded and wondered what the devil had come to pass. Several times he endeavoured to raise the subject on reaching their abode, but Letitia cut him off by saying, 'What is the woman to us? She was a n'er-do-well, Easton, and we should long have known it'.

Easton was at least pleased when Letitia appeared to fall quickly and heavily asleep that night. As the chimes of midnight sounded from the clock in the hall below, so he stirred himself and slid with infinite caution from the bed. Dammit, there had to be some recompense, thought he, and eased himself through the door and into the waiting darkness beyond.

Letitia, who in reality was wide awake, cocked her ears as he did so. Ah well, if all sides were to be fair to one another, she thought, there had to be some sacrifices, but henceforth they would be such as happened within her own ken and not that of Miss Martin.

Ensconced in her own dreams of future delight with such young stallions as she would be able to gather to herself, Letitia slipped her fingers down between her thighs and gave herself up to visions of promise that dimmed her ears to the faint sound of a door opening and closing beyond.

Thus she did not hear the hushed gasps and murmurs that emanated both from the lips of Ethel and of Bella who, without announcing such, had decided to share her cousin's bed for the night.

As for Easton, he was delighted to find them naked together, and when at last he eased his swollen penis into Ethel's pouting nest, it was Bella who held her, kissed her and coaxed her just as Miss Martin would have done.