<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/38/Beatrice-Cropped.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Beatrice O’Connell<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Library<br/><strong>With:</strong>the Earl of Surrey<br/><strong>When: </strong>day 1 evening<br/><hr/><strong>“Beatrice my lord, Beatrice O’Connell. I had the honor of serving lord and lady Darlington prior to my employment here.”</strong>The blush on her cheeks deepened as the man explored her ass further. There was a short tremble in her hands as she tried to get used to the sensation. She gave a coy smile as another guest picked a glass off her tray, not missing how the fact that the early was pawing her backside was ignored.