MRS HEMLOCK, HOUSEKEEPER - FROM BUTLERS OFFICE TO HERS<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Now, would that be all, or did you have something to add?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>I smiled politely.<strong>"No Mister Pollock, I must to my room and change for dinner, but please take your time, I know gentlemen can prepare themselves in a fraction of the time a lady needs. Perhaps Flo may help you? She has no need to change for certain. I will be in the library at six thirty. Good evening."</strong><br/><br/>I turned and putting a hand in Flo's hair as she prepared to go to the butler I dragged her head back hard and bent down, planting my mouth on hers. Forcing my tongue in I drew a deep kiss from her, rough and wet and charged with lust. Then I broke away.<br/><br/><strong>"Perhaps later my dear, if you are not being abused by one of the guests, this evening you might have some spare time?"</strong><br/><br/>I let her go, roughly pushing her head away and withdrew and using the small private corridor that linked the side of the kitchens with the Butlers rooms to my own and that was used by no-one else, not even being marked on the house's plans, I entered my tiny office and then the small private parlour and bedroom beyond. This room was tucked up against the north wall of the house beside the court gate and it had thick walls to keep the icy winds out. Above me was the brown bedroom with it's linked private accessway to the slaves bedroom and I had a useful means of keeping an eye on the comings and goings in this part of the house. One never knew when Her Ladyship might need me quickly and this device enabled me to appear at her request very rapidly, almost before she knew she needed me herself...<br/><br/>Tonight though I had no use for the 'periscope'; that tube within the walls of piping and angled mirrors, His Lordship had gone out riding earlier and should he return, what he got up to with his wife in their room was no concern of mine right now. Sometimes it was, but not tonight.<br/><br/>I disrobed, washed at the bowl, taking very special care to be fresh down below, shaving carefully, then brushed my hair and pinned it back and applied a small amount of perfume and cosmetics. I did go so far to paint my lips a bright red, the colour of a whore's mouth, but striking nonetheless. I then put on my formal dress, all in beautiful black taffeta with a crisp fresh apron, the dull blue woollen day dress being far too plain for an occasion like this. At His Lordships request, unlike my working uniform, this one exposed the shoulders and the upper bust in the manner of a formal ballgown. I adjusted my corsets and looked in the mirror.<br/><br/>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/MrsHemlock_02.jpg)<br/><br/>Yes. That will do.