Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas
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				Title: <strong>Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 11:09:50</strong>
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				It was growing darker outside the windows as dusk settled around the Manor.&nbsp; The candle light flickered in certain windows, some places brighter than others.&nbsp; Fires roared in all the rooms, sending out warmth and more light if it was needed.&nbsp; The day had been busy, everyone had been working hard to ensure the house was ready for the Festive season and the family and friends who would be sharing this high light of the year at Ambrose Manor.<br><br>The fair Lady of the house, a charming woman called Constance had been busily overseeing the activities and so far she was pleased with what she had seen.&nbsp; But then with the capable and charming Mrs Baldwin overseeing the maids it was no wonder everything was looking ship shape.&nbsp; The evening would be spent quietly for Constance, until her husband decided he wished for her company.&nbsp; But sometimes he did not. If there was a girl who needed his attention there were plenty of others who enjoyed sharing a bed with the Lady of the House.<br><br>Dinner was done, the house now fell into that quiet peacefulness that often happened after a day spent busily working.&nbsp; The staff were in their quarters, or the huge warm kitchen, sipping tea and eating their own dinner.&nbsp; There were no 'girls' at the moment, the last lot had been sold and sent on their way a week earlier.&nbsp; A good profit had been made, and one girl had been kept on at the Manor as Hawkins, the Butler had taken quite a shine to young Evie.&nbsp; Constance was pleasantly relaxed as she returned to her rooms, she would read a few pages of a book she was enjoying and then call her lady's maid to help her undress and prepare for bed.&nbsp; Of course plans could change rapidly, and they often did.<br><br>~~<br><br>Below stairs in the great kitchen the staff were sat around the large table, enjoying dinner and some chit chat before turning in.&nbsp; Evie was still trying to find her place here.&nbsp; She was struggling with the chores and had earlier in the day broken one of the vases with a careless flick of her hand.&nbsp; She had yet to be punished, but was sure Mrs Baldwin and Hawkins would deal with her.<br><br>Evie wasn't really a clumsy girl, the vase had been unsteadily perched on the side and she hadn't been quick enough to save it as she caught it.&nbsp; One of the footmen had taken it, saying he would be able to repair it, but still Evie had done wrong.&nbsp; She knew she would receive the strap most likely.<br><br>Sitting at the far end of the table she hadn't joined in the conversation much, just listening to what was being planned for the morrow.&nbsp; More rooms to prepare, more laundry to wash.&nbsp; Her hands were already chapped and sore from the effort today.&nbsp; She sighed, at least the food was good.&nbsp; No more going hungry, that was the worst thing ever.&nbsp; Feeling your belly moan when there was nothing in it.&nbsp; No for Evie being here was a gift, she was just anxious now about her punishment.&nbsp; And if she would be summoned to share a bed this night!<br><br>(OOC: Lets not go silly with the posting yet, lets see everyone arrive and then we can get into the fun)
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				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 04:21:11</strong>
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				After finally finishing on his checking and organizing of the readings tests he had given to the girls this morning, Louis decided to let himself reward himself and relax for a short amount of time here in the vast library. Just to simply read a few good books, sit on one of the chairs and all of that, nothing else. <br><br>After that, he would probably go back to his bedroom and spend the majority of the evening trying to prepare some more lessons for English. <br><br>Yes, Louis Benedict, the tutor of the girls, still made them study and learn even during Christmas. He was certain that they didn’t like him that much because of it but he could bear with that. It was in the name of making them the bright, intelligent things they were expected to be in a few short months.<br><br>What he really wanted to do is introduce them all to a new lesson plan on nothing but on the proper handwriting and the methods of it. Though they were excellent spellers, like Evie, they had the loopiest handwriting he had ever seen on paper. There was a fine, fine line between cursive handwriting and loops lumped into shapes…<br><br>He pulled one book out, noting it was history and wondering if the girls should know that as well, before he cracked it open and read a few lines. The warmth of the library filled him up, comforting him as the impending holidays became closer and closer. It made him forget about his sister from time to time.<br>&nbsp;<br>The young man paused in his reading to look out at one of the windows, admiring the view outside of it. The way the outside lights lit the dark atmosphere, the way the snow fell and spread itself across the land. Maybe he’ll ask permission from the Lord or Lady to take the girls out tomorrow to give them a ‘lesson-on-foot’ or ‘leçon-à-pied’ for English or math for the girls.<br><br>Taking note of that, he returned to his reading and immersed himself into the history and past.<br><br><hr><br>Annalisa was in the kitchens with the other staff members, not really eating her meal but instead nibbling and sipping to prolong her time with them. Just so she could sit and enjoy the soft chatter and noise the other members of the staff were generating. One of the few (and there were few) downsides of being a girl here was that you were by yourself a lot of the time with one person (for her studies in being a good slave) or all alone (in order to do the chores required by her). Well, she shouldn't complain of it so much, since it was something she was almost used to by now.<br><br>Besides that, she needed the lessons. Especially on etiquette for her talk and use of slang from the streets made her 'not so desirable' as the family and the teacher for manners, Miss Edwards, kept telling her. If she wished to be in a nice home with a couple or person, she needed to be perfect in her talk, walk and manners. <em>So be it</em>, she thought to her. <em>Being in such a nice place like this requires effort and this is one of them. It could be worse. The family treats me kindly at least and prepare in genteel but firm manner.</em><br><br>She looked up to see the other girl, Evie, and felt sympathy for her. She had heard that Evie had broken one of the vases earlier today and would be dealt with punishment soon enough for her blunder. It wasn't Evie's fault, it was a mistake anyone could have made. Hopefully, the family will not be too harsh with the destruction of the pricey item. In hopes of cheering her spirits up, she gave a smile to the woman and waved a greeting.
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 07:14:25</strong>
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				Hawkins arrived back from a trip into town. The porcelain could be repaired and should be ready for pick up in three days. Weather holding they would bring it round sharply at noon. It was a special order and Hawkins haggled for half an hour to arrive at a deal. <br><br>&nbsp;He help out his coat, scarf and hat to one of the slaves. His boots dusted properly before entering. He stepped in to the kitchen and gave a nod to all those there. <br><br>Annalisa and Evie, the maid slaves. The others. His eyes caste about for Misses Baldwin. Things to discuss. He wondered if the Family had made any personal requests for the evening. Things could change of course.<br><br>He pulled on the watch fob at his pocket and clicked it open. The time exactly as the tall grandfather in the den. A light meal tonight before seeing to the needs of the family and the guests. <br><br>The broken porcelain must of course be address tonight. That would be a discussion with Misses Baldwin. The slaves would need tucked in or dispersed for the pleasure of family members or staff at least those that were not going to receive discipline.<br><br>"I require a cup of tea please and a bit of bread and cheese please," Hawkins requested looking to the slaves. Either one would do. He simply needed a few minutes to eat.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sashira</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 11:29:21</strong>
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				<em>Violet Edwards &amp; Louis Benedict, in the Library</em><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i52.tinypic.com/nlrash.jpg)</div>Violet Edwards, called "Miss Edwards (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84695.msg3743196#msg3743196)" by her girls, clicked her way into the library. The crisp, precise sound of her heels was a familiar sound about the house. Miss Edwards, who had strong feelings on most matters of deportment, felt that flat shoes were unfeminine. As always, her black leather shoes were shined to perfection and her posture was a model of correctness.<br><br>"Mr. Benedict," she said, her voice cultured and melodic, "might I speak with you about the education of the new girls? I will of course be instructing them in etiquette and deportment, but I would hate to waste any time that could be spent on their enrichment. If there ever are lessons that I can oversee on your behalf, I would be most honored." What all of the flowery talk boiled down to was this: she was only the etiquette tutor because she was a woman, not because her academic qualifications were inferior. Any lesson he cared to toss her way, she could handle, and would welcome the intellectual challenge.<br><br>It was best that Miss Edwards did not grow bored. Her etiquette lessons could get harsh to the point of sadism, when she felt trapped in her life. And lacking the sensual preoccupations of the others, intellectual perfection was this sterling lady's only form of release.
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				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 13:00:32</strong>
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				Louis almost dropped the book he was holding and jumped but kept his nerves. He turned around to see the pretty woman and smiled at her, tipping his head in greeting. Miss Edwards, the etiquette teacher, was strict but intelligent woman. He had accidentally seen her teach the girls a few times when he needed to talk to some of them about their lessons and he was impressed by what he saw. She was organized, cool and verbose with her sayings. A shining example of what an etiquette teacher should be, he thought.<br><br>"Oh yes," he said to her in a soft and gentle voice, going over to a table where he had put the papers. "Hang on, I have something you should see."<br><br>He picked the bundle up and walked over to where the woman was. He showed her the papers. They contained check marks on them, proclaiming their intelligence but it the papers also showed the loopy, almost indecipherable handwriting that girls had. "They are excellent learners, Miss Edwards. Smart and eager to please... though their handwriting is not the best, as you can tell here. I suppose it's because they were born from the streets and didn't need to write that this happened." <br><br>"And when they do attempt to be neat-" He showed one paper and showed the ink blots, smears and fingerprints left when one of the girls tried to be careful. "-it often leaves a mess that is an even worse read. They often also stain themselves when attempting to do this."<br><br>"I thought of teaching them the proper way to make flourish handwriting without messing the papers up, but felt like that was out of my regions." He laughed at himself, a blush spreading on his cheeks as he shook his head. "If you would be so kind Miss Edwards, I was hoping you could teach them how to write and keep neat at the same time. Hopefully, it won't be too much of a bother."<br><br><hr> <br><br>Annalisa saw Butler Hawkins entered and quickly stood up to get what he had requested. Best to not anger the man with dillydally and be proficient as possible. She gave a quick curtsy as she passed him to get the items for what he requested, smiling brightly at him.<br><br>"Evening sir," she said as she poured him some tea in a cup. She then got a small loaf of bread and cut it, placing it on a plate and adding the cheese as well. She hurried to his side, presenting him the plate and cup of steaming tea and made another curtsy, careful to not spill anything on her or him. "How are you doing?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 22:53:21</strong>
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				Lord Morgan Ambrose in the meantime was seated within the study warming up by the fireplace a cup of tea upon a nearby table along with dozens of letters, some unfinished and with a wax seal ready to be used. He smiled reading them over one by one with his eyes looking over some of the well wishers, those who wanted to touch base and some of the ladies glowing about the time spent here and their new lives with their owners now. Occasionally he did get letters from those he had sold. He stood up after reading another of his nieces's letters as he was expecting her to return for Christmas and he always did look forward to when she was here. Ever since her parents unfortunate end he had taken care of her though she paid much attention to Cyril. Still it would be good to see her return from her studies. He would take a seat at the table beginning to write the letters and Christmas card invitations for them.
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>08-10-2010, 23:31:30</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Josephine Ambrose (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84695.msg3744995#msg3744995)</em><br>(http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/burlesque2/katerina29.png) (http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/burlesque2/katerina31.png) (http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/burlesque2/katerina58.png)</div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Josephine (http://i690.photobucket.com/albums/vv261/burlesque2/katerina24.png)...or Josie...Ambrose was glad to be back at the place she considered home. She had been living with her aunt and uncle for a while now, as she was orphaned by a tragic carriage accident and left alone. However, she'd recently been in London for a more formal education, and was now returning to Ambrose Manor. <br><br>Making her way up the steps from the carriage, she turned and smiled to one of the footmen. <br><br><strong>"Gerard...please take those to my usual bedroom."</strong><br><br>The man nodded, and Josie didn't even have a chance to knock on the door before it was opened by a bowing servant. She smiled at him and walked through the threshold while taking off her gloves. She wore an elegant carriage ensemble (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ny3D1hH2XA0/So-wFyexWNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Tj2bp2TaZ7o/s320/1860gown1.jpg), and her hair was pulled back on either side...parted in the middle...with red ringlets draping her neck and framing her face. Sighing, she removed her hat and overcoat, leaving herself in a thin...but modest...blouse along with her skirt. Looking around, she spoke.<br><br><strong>"Nathaniel, where are the Lords Ambrose?"</strong><br><br>The footman bowed his head respectfully and answered.<br><br><em>"Milady, Lord Morgan is in his study, and I am afraid I am unaware of where his Lordship's sons are."</em><br><br>She smiled.<br><br><strong>"Thank you."</strong><br><br>Turning toward the stairs, she began walking toward the study, planning to greet her uncle unless she happened to see someone else on her way. When she reached the door, she lifted her hand to knock on the wood softly.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 00:29:31</strong>
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				Morgan was soon discovered by himself quietly writing well wishes to relatives and friends of the house. Eventually it was all done and now he focused on the more cordial invitations and sorting out the unwanted from those who were found worthy to buy and sample in the auctions that would be taking place after the Christmas feast. He was focused on his duties and would not hear the study door open immediately. The maids and workers had done a good job oiling the door hinges indeed so Josie would be able to surprise her uncle. He was smiling as he worked upon the invitations his hand reaching to seal letters with his wax signet.
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 00:38:45</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Josie...in Lord Morgan's study with his Lordship.</em></div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Josie didn't hear a permission to enter, but she did hear the sound of a quill scratching parchment and the soft rustling of human movement. Smiling, she quietly opened the door to her uncle's study and entered before shutting it softly behind her. She didn't want to disturb him if he was busy, but she'd already entered, and she wanted to greet him...a second father, teacher and lover to the young girl.<br><br>Walking along the floor gracefully, she made her way to the older man's side and leaned down to kiss him gently on the cheek in affection. Pulling back up, she straightened and leaned one hip against his desk as she spoke.<br><br><strong>"Hello, Uncle."</strong><br><br>She enjoyed her time with him, but as she had learned to be submissive to men here in the Ambrose manor...she never made the first move unless she was beyond sanity. For now, she just relaxed in the presence of her patriarchal figure and mentor.<br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 00:50:19</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><em>Cyril Ambrose</em> (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84695.msg3736940#msg3736940)</span></span></div><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font">Cyril paused briefly to have a drink of water he procured from the maid that had left moments ago, she was still very new however she did her job well without error, surprisingly. Cyril smiled to her and nodded before she left giving her thanks as she took her leave and began to play the piano once more.<br><br>Music filled the halls of the lovely home as his fingers danced across the keys as he let out a gentle sigh and closed his eyes to be immersed in the sounds. Moments after starting he heard footsteps climbing the staircase and worded to himself, "Seems the guests are arriving." He welcomed the unknown guest by playing louder and more elegantly.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 01:24:07</strong>
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				He smiled gently feeling soft lips upon his cheek and heard a familiar voice that had spent many a night in his arms. He would look up and saw the beautiful vision of his niece as he then says <strong>"Ah my dear daughter."</strong> He teased often calling her such since he took her in as such. His hand reached over to take hold of her own <strong>"I got your letter of arrival and was eagerly awaiting you. I am glad you made it for Christmas."</strong> Morgan was quite sincere in his happiness in seeing her again and he gently pulled her into his arms and onto his lap with a smile <strong>"How did your studies go Josie"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 01:36:34</strong>
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				Reply for : Annalisa, Miss Victoria Edwards in the Kitchen<br><br>The click of the heels had his attention Immediately of course. His index finger held in the air for Annalisa to wait where she stood. <br><br>Hawkins turned to the lady that address him by Mr. Hawkins. He couldn't remember the last time that had happened. Recognizing her as Miss Violet Edwards etiquette and manners. Very important for girls off the street to learn quickly and correctly. Miss Edwards was a cornerstone of modesty as well and she appeared fashionably well suited for any occasion. <br><br>He listened carefully to he question concerning using the main dining room for training.&nbsp; His tone supportive of her desires and accommodating, "Annalisa and Evie are currently in attendance. I shall make arrangement to have the Casual Dining available tonight and speak with the cook as well if you wish."<br><br>"Guest are arriving and My Lord and Lady might require the services of one or both of the maids. Later." He took out his pocket watch. "The Casual dining room can be prepared in half an hour if you wish and both Annalisa and Evie will participate unless called by the peerage."<br><br>" Will that meet your needs, Miss Edwards?" <br><br>Hawkins knew exactly where Annalisa was standing with her offerings. She was a slave and meant to wait until he received some decision from Miss Edwards. He could smell the bread and his mouth watered. His trip had delayed everything even two meals. The guests would delay it more. He hope for a bite before seeing to everyone else. <br><br>(OOC: Big house, thought it might be less confusing If I put who I was replying to and where we were.)<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 01:42:52</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Josie...in her uncle's study with her uncle.</em></div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Josie smiled as he looked up, and her eyes seemed to drown into his as they always did. Blushing at his words, she couldn't help but wonder how the rest of the world would react if they knew what kind of familial love went on inside the Ambrose manor. Still, she didn't care. She loved her family, and she felt that sexual love was a wonderful way to show your deeper emotions. <br><br>Her hand went easily into his larger one, and she smiled before chuckling a bit when he pulled her into his arms and lap. Settling in comfortably, she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned her head against his shoulder.<br><br><strong>"They went well, although I was homesick. I love learning and academia, but they do not offer the same...education...as you do here, and it was hard to stay away for so long."</strong><br><br>What she really wanted to say was that it was hard to simply masturbate to fantasies instead of having a real man inside of her, but she wouldn't say that out loud.<br><br><strong>"How is everyone here? You are the first one I have seen."</strong></span>
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				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 04:05:31</strong>
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				<div align="center">-Morgan in his study with his niece-</div><br>Morgan chuckled knowing how she enjoyed being home with her family and friends and he wouldn't have it any other way. She was home and where she belonged. <strong>"Indeed. A shame but needed. I would have thought you would have found someone to vent your extracurricular activities upon but sadly it seems it was not the case."</strong> He held her in his arms his hand resting upon her stomach rubbing slowly along it in a subconscious fashion. His eyes looked down at her lovely face and gave a comforting kiss to her cheek. <strong>"I'm glad in a way for I know how much tension you have pent up in you now. And I will be sure to release all of it in time. But I am sure you had other plans as well."</strong> He teased gently as he then says <strong>"Lady Constance does well and is enjoying a warm bath after a small wager was won by her after a hard fought ride. Your cousins and such do not yet know of your arrival and I am sure they look forward to seeing you again. You always were the sunshine of this household after all."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 04:15:49</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Josie...in the study with her uncle.</em></div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">She blushed as he blatantly hinted at what she had refused to say aloud, but her smile showed that she liked his boldness. When his hand stroked her stomach gently, she felt heat pool deep in her belly, and her heartbeat sped slightly...causing her ample chest to rise and fall more rapidly. <br><br>At his continued statement, she blushed even deeper and her nipples hardened against her corset. Swallowing, she spoke softly to him...intimately.<br><br><strong>"I do have much tension built up, and I would love to have you assist in releasing some of it...or at least allowing me to assist you, as I have missed your fatherly 'guidance.'"</strong><br><br>Her smile turned more seductive, and talking about the Lady in the bath did nothing to cool her ardor. After all, her aunt had enjoyed her niece on quite a few occasions as well. She couldn't wait to see her cousins, but she loved the feel of her uncle's warm body beneath her, and his strong arms encircling her smaller form.<br><br><strong>"I shall be sure to catch up with my aunt and cousins...although I hardly think I am the sunshine of this house. I am only grateful to you for your kindness."<br></strong><br>Sudden images of various types of the family's 'kindness' filled her mind's eye, and her breath hitched as she attempted to control herself.<br><br><strong>"I apologize if I have interrupted your work...shall I leave you be?"</strong></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 04:35:52</strong>
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				Kitchen - Annalisa, and Evie after Miss Edwards left.<br><br>Miss Edward chose to wait until the new girls arrived before training began in earnest. He watched her undulate properly out of the kitchen toward the study with the other tutor. <br><br>His dark eyes turned and fell on Annalisa, "Good evening Annalisa. You responded very well. Make a place at the table for me. For this meal I shall sit. I wish to hear your schedule for tonight."<br><br>He did not speak to Evie. He knew she was there. Evie would wait. She hated that most of all. The anticipation always building to the actual punishment. He preferred that for all those who cross his path. Waiting until he could focus his full attention on them.&nbsp; <br><br>His attention was now fully focused on Annalisa. Her schedule for tonight was most important to him at the moment. Evie's schedule had already been decided. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 05:17:42</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Cyril Ambrose in Music Hall</em></div><hr><br>As his piece concluded Cyril was pleased with his progress, he jotted down notes and changes to his latest piece as the music sheet became riddled with markings. He rose from his seat and moved across the room rummaging through the musical works as he pulled them out and flipped through the pages he would hum the tunes within his head, trying to get more ideas to add to his piece. Cyril sat once more in front of his elegant piano as he placed a foot upon his knee using it as a bench, he continued searching throughout the various works and occasionally playing the notes to hear them resonate throughout the room and ring in his mind. Cyril loved his passion, it was as if he was wed to music itself, he continued writing down notes flipping through the pages of the works he had pulled. He took a moments pause to finish his glass of water and to pop the bones causing him discomfort. Cyril glanced out the window in hopes of being inspired to continue his work before playing once more. Should someone enter he would greet them happily as he galloped across the keys in a fluid motion. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 05:28:40</strong>
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				"Yes Mr. Hawkins," Annalisa said as she went to give him a good spot on the table. Some of the staff were already done, so they were alright with leaving their spot of the table for the butler. They rather not cross the man who was close to the family. Some left for another spot of the table or for their quarters now, knowing that they'll have a full day in the morning. With the holidays were so close, it meant the guests would come and the household would be busier than ever. Might as well save energy in the coming morning.<br><br>Annalisa was now carefully wiping away any crumbs or spills with a rag she had found, she placed the plate and cup on the table and pulled the chair back for him. She gestured to it in a ladylike fashion, as she was taught just today, and said, "Here you go, sir. I hope this is up to your standards."<br><br>She took a few steps back, not wanting to intrude on his person space, while she thought of her schedule tonight. It was rather sparse for the time being, to be honest. But she wouldn't make that comment to Butler Hawkins, lest he finds a way to keep her busy.<br><br>"After this Mr. Hawkins," she said, "I'll go see if the lankin... <em>wife</em> of the Lord, Lady Constance to see if she needs help in anything for I was told that she called for someone. I... um, wish to be sure that it was me and I am not ne-ne-neglect my duties to the family. They've done so much for me and I wish to not ne-neglect the lovely nemmo... <em>I mean</em>, woman."<br><br>Annalisa struggled to not use her slang but she did and her rough, accented voice came through even though she was trying her hardest to not do so. You can take the girl out of the streets, but you cannot take the streets out of the girl. The struggle with the more fancy words were obvious, as she stammered and stuttered over them like a drunken fool.<br><br>"And I'll be going to the tutor, Mr. Benedict, after that. I am to have a con-conversation with him about my pro-pro-progress in my e-education. It seems I'm having proble-lems in math and in my mauley-" She covered her mouth, her face red hot in her stumbles with her tongue. "-handwriting. He said that he'll be helping me. He'll then give me some papers to answer later on when I retire to my kife... err, bed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 06:30:32</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>-Lord Morgan Ambrose teasing and seducing in the Study-</em></div><br>He enjoyed the intimate words of Josie, as hearing every word she spoke made him rise so to speak. She felt him in his lap adjusting slightly from how the effect was known. Yet he did nothing about it or to her just yet. He pretended to act as though he was considering him going back to work upon the letters. His left hand reaches up running along her ample bosom for the moment teasing her body with promises of a sinful nature. However after a few moments it was moving up further to her full lips the thumb rubbing along her lips in silent contemplation. He looked at her blushing face a warm smile forming upon his face. <strong>"Hmmm.. It would be cruel of me not to do anything and leave you like this. Yet it might be a bit... quick when you have barely just arrived."</strong> His right hand reaches down to her thighs hidden by her luxurious dress in thought. <strong>"Perhaps you'd care for one of my particular games to pass the time Josie? Just for fun of course."</strong> His mind's wheels was turning with a devious thought of perhaps a small challenge for his niece. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 06:37:45</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Josie...being teased and seduced by her uncle in his study.</em></div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">When she felt him adjusting her on his lap, she grinned with satisfaction that he was reacting to their encounter as well. Oh how she'd missed him. However, when he seemed almost ready to go back to his correspondence, Josie frowned and was about ready to argue before going silent as his hand moved over her ample breasts...pushed up by her corset. <br><br>Her nipples peaked, and she let her head fall back as he played, desperately wanting him to move the cloth aside and touch her bosom skin to skin. His finger soon came up to her mouth, and she parted her lips to allow him more control over her mouth as she listened to him speak. His other hand moved to her thighs, and she spread her legs instinctively, knowing that her pantaloons were growing quite wet. <br><br>"Yes, Uncle. I would love to play one of your games."<br><br>Her voice was low and seductive, and suddenly she took his thumb between her lips and suckled on the digit as if it was an entirely different appendage.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 06:50:55</strong>
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				Hawkins sat as she talked. Listening to every word. The slang mixed with the proper english. It was about having the girl remember she was no longer on the street that would help that little problem. The body knew and remembered far better than the mind.<br><br>The tea and meal waiting but this was very important. She was a disgrace yet she was trying very hard.&nbsp; She needed help before it became a problem she couldn't rid herself of.<br><br>"Your English is in shambles. You are to leave the kitchen at once. Avoid everyone except Misses Edwards." He said sternly. <br><br>"Having found her you are to fall upon your knees before her and recite exactly word for word what you attempted to communicate to me in the same brutish way."<br><br>"You are dismissed!" He said with finality. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sashira</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 08:27:34</strong>
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				<em>Violet Edwards &amp; Louis Benedict, in the Library</em><br><br>Miss Edwards almost smiled at seeing the chicken scratchings. "Goodness," she said, "we shall certainly have to work on their penmanship. I shall add it to our lessons." Her own writing hand was a trifle ornate, her capitals resembling illuminated latters, but otherwise unimpeachable. "It may be well and good for our betters to write in hieroglyphics, but our young ladies need every possible advantage to be taken seriously. ...I shall start tomorrow with Evie and Annalisa."<br><br>She turned to the bookshelves, and after some seeking found a book of poems in Latin. She was not overly fond of poetry, however she wished to improve her command of Latin. Without a new batch of girls to mold and teach, she didn't have much to do, and she could never stand to be idle. "Good night," she said to Mr. Benedict, amiably enough. As a fellow intellectual he was one of the few people she felt at ease around. "I feel like reading in my room before bed, so I'll leave you to the peace of an empty library." She paused to give him a chance to respond before doing as she had said.<br><br>Her bedroom was beautiful, orderly, simple. She found it very calming. She often lay reading on the four-post bed with its forest green quilt of satin filled with goosedown, looking up at the gilded ceiling. It was called the Green Bedroom, and it was her own little haven away from crudity and debauchery.<br><br>(http://i55.tinypic.com/6zaecm.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 12:26:36</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Lord Ambrose making a proposal to Josie</em></div><br><strong>"I want to see just how far we can.. push this little desire of yours... onto its breaking point. I would wish to hear just what you would fantasize about... what you would want to do right this instant... sparing no detail. And then I shall do the same. Pawing ever so often at each other. The one who 'loses' is the one who jumps the other mid sentence."</strong> Morgan smiled as he set the terms of the game and it would hopefully prove to be quite exciting.. as for winning or losing.. truly they both would win out in this situation. But it was more fun to dance around socially, knowing how badly they both physically yearned for each other. He enjoyed how the mind would cave in during carnal desires and turn even the most kind gentleman or lady into lust crazed animals. <br><br><strong>"Do you accept those terms my dear? If you do, start us off."</strong> He asked her as his other hand runs away from her thighs and gently grabs hold of her supple breast. Giving a firm squeeze every few seconds he simply fondled it through her dress the tips of his fingers running over the hem threatening to pull it down and expose her. His left hand cradled her chin having her gaze straight into his eyes watching her lewdly suckle upon his thumb, seeing how her tongue peeked out and rolled along the tip. Almost as if she was imagining another part of him that often sought out those precious ruby lips. He pressed his thumb to her mouth inviting her to go further but he knew she would have to speak up so he pulled away with his hand and lets it slide down to her neck gently holding her by it in a possessive manner but had no grip upon her whatsoever. His fingers felt for her vein and the thumb rubbed slowly along the nape of her elegant swan like neck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isengrad</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 18:10:52</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em> Valentine Ambrose-on the road the Manor </em></div><hr><br>The cold winds wiped around outside the carriage he had procured to take him back to his families estate. It had been long, at least six months, since he had been home. His coat wrapped tightly around his body, though the wind could not enter the cold was still encroaching a bit on the interior. <strong>"lets see, father should be getting the invitations together right about now."</strong> he said to himself. The Christmas party the family always hosted was fast approaching and father had always sent out the invitation around this time.he wondered who would be there, and if there would be anybody new to the party. <br><br><div align="center"><em> Now arriving at the Manor</em></div><hr><br>In what was probably no time at all, but what felt like an eternity, Valentine found himself stepping out of the carriage and looking up at home he knew so well. His bags were being taken care of by the Driver, at least the stacking of them near the door. He smiled as the cold wind wiped at his coat... It was good to be home. Stepping up he grasped the handle he knew so well and pushed the door open, the warmth of the home hitting him in the face like a gentle breeze and a stark contrast to the wind outside.<br><br>As he closed the door one of the servants arrived to greet him "Lord valentine... we were told to expect you after Christmas."the servant said, a young man by the name of Geoffry if Valentine wasn't mistaken. The poor man looked nervous, a fact that bemused Valentine to no extent.<br><br><strong>"I was able to leave earlier then I thought from the last time I sent a correspondence. ."</strong> he said, removing his coat and gloves to hand to the young man.<strong>"I assume my room has yet to be prepared?"</strong> he asked, the servant shaking his head, obviously expecting Valentine to get mad. And on some days he might have, had he not been so happy to be home. <strong>'Well, its just good to be home. Take my bags from the front door and bring them to my room... see if you can air it out before I get there. I certain its all stuffy and stale by now."</strong> he said. <br><br>He began to walk past Geoffry when he stopped, he did need something to occupy his time while he was waiting for his room to be ready.<strong>"Tell me, where is my dear mother."</strong> he said, turning to the man servant. "My lord, last time I had heard she had retired to her bedroom to prepare for bed." said Geoffry. Valentine nodded and turned on his heals <strong>"Alright, see to my room."</strong> he said, Geoffry nodded and began his newly appointed task for that evening.<br><br><div align="center"><em>Front door to his Mothers room</em></div><hr><br>As he walked the halls of the manor he looked around, it had only been six months but felt like a life time. He could hear the soft sounds of piano floating in the air and for a moment considered detouring to say hello to his brother as well, of course knowing Cyril he would be both happy and annoyed at him for stopping his practice by showing up.no, Mother would be first, and he was sure that she would be surprised.. after all the last he was able to let them know he was still another week away.<br><br>reaching her door he straightened himself, he always wanted to look good for her,and knocked lightly on the door. Hopefully she was still awake and would be excited to see him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 20:28:45</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Josie...in the study with her Uncle Morgan.</em></div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Josie listened to the older man with rapt attention.<br><br><em>"I want to see just how far we can.. push this little desire of yours... onto its breaking point. I would wish to hear just what you would fantasize about... what you would want to do right this instant... sparing no detail. And then I shall do the same. Pawing ever so often at each other. The one who 'loses' is the one who jumps the other mid sentence."</em><br><br>She somehow knew that this would be incredibly hard to resist, and she didn't know if she should agree or not...but she was helpless to resist the Ambrose men...and they knew it. Smiling, when he asked if she agreed to those terms, Josie nodded. Soon he removed his thumb from her mouth, and she answered him huskily.<br><br><strong>"Yes. Of course, Uncle."</strong><br><br>As he grabbed her breast, she groaned softly and swallowed, wanting more...but knowing that he held the reins in this situation...as he did for every sexual situation.<br><br><strong>"What would I fantasize about doing right this minute?"</strong><br><br>She stopped as if she was thinking, and then reached down to stroke his burgeoning erection through his trousers.<br><br><strong>"First, I would love to kiss you...pressing my body to yours and releasing some of the built up hunger that I have inside of me. Then I would stand up and slowly strip for you, allowing you to see every inch of my body as I gradually do away with every piece of clothing...even my corset. From there, I would offer to suck your cock, and if you gave me the honor of permission to do so, I would worship your member as if it was the most valuable diamond in the world."</strong><br><br>She was growing incredibly aroused, and she couldn't help but lean over to kiss and nip along his neck as she continued.<br><br><strong>"Then I would beg for you to fuck me, and allow you access to my body in whatever way you wished. I would lay on your desk with my legs spread, and yearn for your cock to fill one of my holes. Once it did, I would be in absolute heaven as we both race towards our climaxes and I wait impatiently to feel your thick seed filling my insides."</strong><br><br>Her breathing was growing more labored, and she kissed up to his lips, licking along the seam.<br><br><strong>"Finally, I would collapse into your arms and hold onto you as we both cool down."</strong><br><br>She had many more fantasies, but that was the simple and urgent one she had been thinking of since she arrived into his study. Of course, she would be happy with whatever she could get.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 09:18:25</strong>
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				Annalisa winced when she was ordered to do that, knowing how stern Miss Edwards would be if she heard the use of inappropriate words or street slang. Though, it could be worse. Butler Hawkins could do something much harsher to her and he wasn't, which made the young woman eternally grateful. <br><br>And, another good point of the responsible man, was that his choice was just and fair seeing that situation he had in his hands. Unlike some of the other butlers she had heard from other girls that were in households like this. She shivered, remembering the stories and simply counted this as a good blessing. One that she'll have to repay to the butler soon.<br><br>"Yes Mr. Hawkins," she said to him, curtsying. "I will... do as you say. Good e-evening."<br><br>She left the kitchen with a final curtsy, wondering where to go first in search of the etiquette teacher. She had a feeling the woman would be in her bedroom but didn't want to be wrong and end up looking foolish. Well, it gave her an excuse to wander the house and stretch her legs in order to get rid of her restless energy. Another nice point of the butler.<br><br>Annalisa really did need to thank the man.<br><br><hr><br>"I can't believe that you actually used street slang in front of Mr. Hawkins," Louis said as he tailed after his sister, who was thoroughly ignoring him while she went to Miss Edwards' bedroom. He had accidentally bumped into her while he was going to his room and, when noting how she refused to talk (and he saw how her cheeks were flaring as she bit her tongue) and made it clear she wanted to be alone, deduced quickly what had happened. "You're lucky he didn't punish you for acting so foolish."<br><br>Annalisa turned to look at him, finally acknowledging his presence, and made a shooing motion with her hands. She didn't talk to him because of Hawkins' orders, he realized, and didn't want him or her to be in trouble. He sighed and slowed down his pace, giving his sister room so he didn't make it worse. The best he could do was make sure she didn't do anything foolish. Again.<br><br>The young woman stopped at the front of the door of Miss Edwards and gave a quick knock, fidgeting where she stood. She just hoped the female tutor wouldn't be so harsh to her when she opened the door and saw her on her knees while she recited the words that made her get here in the first place. <br><br>Unconciously, she looked at Louis and he gave her an encouraging smile to keep her calm. Well, it <em>can't</em> get any worse. That's what she could assure herself with. What could go wrong?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 13:27:13</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Lord Ambrose talking dirty to his Niece</em></div><br>Lord Ambrose smiled gently at the squirming girl on his lap. Her body seemed rapt with attention and responded with complete honesty and as she spoke she finds his hands gently pawing at her supple breasts pulling blindly upon those pert nipples stilling his hand only because he had to control himself but also because he couldn't fight dirty like this.. but then again she seemed very eager to indulge in her own sensual manners. Feeling her stroke his cock truly did make it as stiff as a diamond for it felt painful indeed to be trapped by his trousers. He stroked her neck gently with just his fingertips the palm resting against firm muscles.<br><br><strong>"And I would welcome those sinful attentions all the while hungrily worshipping your supple curves with my hands. Paying careful attention to your lovely breasts, kneading them in hands and pulling upon those lovely nipples with pursed teeth rolling my tongue over them to warm your chest. Before cooling it down with a touch of cold ice playing a small game of hot and cold with you... dancing the chilly ice over yours soft skin to cool it before warm it up with my heated breath and my warm saliva which is showered upon you from rapt kisses to your lovely form. My pre cum would remain beading on the tip the whole while and then I would let my eyes wander down to that sensual honeycomb that rests between your legs.. and I would gaze upon it without shame blowing air down into you to be a simple tease."</strong> He smiled watching her as she squirmed stroking his cock and as she did he grinds carefully trying to encourage her bad behavior. <br><br><strong>"Like a bee I would delve into your honeycomb harvesting that sweet nectar with my busy tongue lapping over that jewel of womanhood that crowns that cute slit of yours. Perhaps we would race to see who would climax first and I would let my essence spill into your mouth as much as you like... And when you get me hard again I shall drive my sword deep inside your wet sheathe and thrust slowly at first..."</strong> He would kiss passionately over her lips for a few seconds before continuing on <strong>"deeper... harder... faster I would go... until you started filling this study with your screams and when you did I would silence you with a kiss and drive myself up against your back walls and lay my blessing of heated rapture inside your body letting my lusts fill you up."</strong> He whispered softly into her ear kissing the lobes with a smile taking in her fragrances she wore well on her skin. She knew when coming here she was to be perfect... as she always was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 22:28:52</strong>
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				Kitchen - Hawkins&nbsp; and Evie <br><br>Annalisa's final curtsey and exit was well executed. Hawkins lifted the cup to his lips. The intimate fragrance of the black tea rising from it.&nbsp; He drank deeply, gratefully. No sugar. No cream.&nbsp; The richness of the leaves soothed him as the warmth trickled down his throat. <br><br>He regarded Evie over the cup and slowly brought it down to rest in the saucer once more. The high neck of her maid's uniform decorated at the white neck with the silver crest signifying her status as an Ambrose slave.&nbsp; Her brand somewhere underneath. Deliciously placed, delicate.<br><br>"As to your punishment.&nbsp; The item in question is repairable.&nbsp; We shall see how well it was repaired in a few days time."<br><br>His look boring a hole into her eyes. "You are to ensure all your duties are in order before entering my room. Chain yourself, naked, arms over your head, standing at the left foot post of my bed."<br><br>He too had duties which must be seen to before he could discipline Evie.&nbsp; It would heighten her humiliation and anxiety to wait for him not knowing when he might enter to punish her. Better in his room for the night rather than the dungeon incase he was called away to attended to the peerage needs.<br><br>"I shall expect your uniform to be hung properly on the hook on the bedroom door and your accoutrements folded neatly on your boots to one side of the entrance."<br><br>"Any questions before I dismiss you?" He said finally.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 22:49:03</strong>
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				Lady Constance - Her rooms<br><br>Constance had taken to her rooms, leaving her husband in his study and knowing he would find his own entertainment this evening.&nbsp; She was waiting on one of the maids to come and attend to her, but she was sure they were still supping.&nbsp; She undid her hair, thinking about her sons, especially Valentine.&nbsp; She had missed him, she loved both her sons, but Cyril was always writing and playing music, Valentine had always been hers.&nbsp; She could not wait to see him.&nbsp; She brushed her hair, watching in the mirror as she worked the ivory handled brush through her dark locks.&nbsp; She smiled softly, thinking about her sonsa nd her husband.&nbsp; She enjoyed her life here, she was the Lady of the House but here, behind closed doors she was slave to the men who desired her to be.&nbsp; Whether her Husband of her sons, all three were her Masters.<br><br>There came a knock and she turned to the look at the door, "come" she called softly, thinking it might be Annalisa to help her with her clothes.&nbsp; <br><br>~~~<br><br>Evie was not hungry.&nbsp; She knew she was in trouble when Mr. Hawkins refused to even acknowledge her.&nbsp; She hardly ate and when dinner was over she sat nervously, trying no to fidget.&nbsp; When she heard Mr. Hawkins speak, she gulped and looked at him nervously.&nbsp; She knew better than to show her nervousness.&nbsp; She remained still, her eyes downcast as she listened to his voice.<br><br>"Yes Mr. Hawkins" she answered him, her voice soft.&nbsp; She had never spoken the slang of the streets, she had been careful to keep her language as pure as she could.&nbsp; She felt a rush of arousal hit her at his words.&nbsp; She knew she would be so very sweet for him.&nbsp; But he would punish her and she knew she would hurt for her moment of clumsiness.<br><br>""Yes Mr. Hawkins, I understand" she whispered, her face paling slightly.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sashira</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 02:45:18</strong>
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				<em>Violet Edwards &amp; Annalisa, in the Green Bedroom</em><br><br>Miss Edwards tucked a leather bookmark into the volume of Latin poetry and set it aside on her desk, which was across from the hearth. She walked past her bed to the door and turned to open it.<br><br>(http://i51.tinypic.com/wbz8n8.jpg)<br><br>Seeing Annalisa there, Miss Edwards gave her the small smile appropriate to civility with her students. "Good evening, Annalisa," Miss Edwards said to her, waiting for the girl's reply before asking why she had come. She took half a step back, holding the door open in implicit invitation. It was not polite to carry on conversations in hallways, unless as a last resort to keep a gentleman out of one's room after hours.<br><br>The appropriate response was "Good evening, Miss Edwards", proceeding either to a question about her well-being or a statement of her purpose. This was to be delivered with a perfect standing posture, hands folded either in front of or behind the body. God help the girl if she deviated at all from this customary exchange. Miss Edwards felt that the proper forms of address and greeting were essential, and could be stern if they were not followed to the letter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 04:18:13</strong>
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				Kitchen - Hawkins and Evie<br><br>"You are dismissed Evie," Hawkins said and turned his attention to his plate of bread and cheese.<br><br>Hawkins planned to make rounds. His first inquires would be delivered to him. Those answering the door would give a good account of who came and went. Then to see to those of the peerage available. The brilliant harmony of the ivory keys could be heard in the kitchen.&nbsp; Although muted it set the tone for the evening. A welcoming of the peerage to the house once again.<br><br>He made a mental note to bring Master Cyril a bit of his favorite as he played.&nbsp; Something to quench his thirst. <br><br>There were others as well. Mr. Benedict might be still about. <br><br>Once the fire places were check for the evening and the pantry. He would make his final round then he would retired for the evening to his room. <br><br>He took a bite of the wonderful bread and cheese while waiting for Evie to exit. He would see her soon enough.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 20:40:24</strong>
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				Evie left to help with the chores.&nbsp; She cleared the table and then washed the dishes.&nbsp; She didn't speak, she knew she was in trouble.&nbsp; She placed the whites and linens into soak over night and then made sure the cheeses were covered and the jams had their tops replaced.&nbsp; She swept the kitchen floor, one of the other maids would be washing the floor later, but she was to sweep the kitchen, pantry and scullery before moving upstairs.<br><br>Once she was upstairs she stripped the large dining table, and then waxed it, making sure to leave it shining.&nbsp; She knew Mr. Hawkins would hear of any mistakes she made and she didn't want to make anymore tonight.&nbsp; The chairs were all pushed under and the side board was cleared and again waxed.&nbsp; She then drew the heavy curtains and snuffed all the candles before she pulled the doors closed.&nbsp; The maids would ready it for breakfast in the morning.<br><br>She checked the sitting rooms and library, but the family were still around.&nbsp; The maids on later rounds would make sure those rooms were closed for the night.&nbsp; She was on early in the morning.&nbsp; She made sure everything was done and then she made her way to Mr. Hawkins room.&nbsp; She hated and loved this room.&nbsp; She had felt such pain here, but also such pleasure.&nbsp; She stepped in and lit the candles, stoking the fire and watching the room come to light with the dancing amber glow.&nbsp; She then drew the heavy drapes.&nbsp; Undressing didn't take long.&nbsp; Maid slaves wore no underwear.&nbsp; They were not allowed too.&nbsp; She removed her dress and apron, hanging them neatly.&nbsp; Then she removed her stockings and heavy shoes.&nbsp; She made sure her clothes were tidy.<br><br>The chain was attached to Mr. Hawkins bed and she slipped the cuff around her ankle and stood then.&nbsp; She placed her hands on her head, elbows out and waited.&nbsp; She knew he would leave her, enjoying her sense of anxious anticipation...wondering what he had planned for her.&nbsp; She knew it was going to hurt.<br><br>[posted in Hawkins room as well]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 21:54:17</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Josie...with her uncle in his study, playing one of his 'games.'</em></div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Josie gasped as he pulled at her nipples, and she almost reached up to simply rip her blouse open from the neckline. She wanted to feel his lips and teeth on her nubs so badly that they almost hurt as they brushed against the fabric of her annoying clothing. <br><br>His words aroused her to a point that she was worried she'd burst, and then she felt him grinding up against her...making it all the more difficult to resist. She could picture everything he described as if it was actually happening, and she had to admit that it was hard not to just jump him and beg him to fuck her. She was soaking wet by the time he was finished, and it took her a moment to collect herself. She knew that she could give in and lose the game right now, but she was more competitive than that. Two can play, and she intended to.<br><br><strong>"That all sounds wonderful, but I do not think that would be enough to satisfy me, Milord. After you were finished, I would give your body time to rest, but as soon as I could, I would crawl beneath your desk and place my hands on your delicious cock. My tongue would bathe every inch of your member and balls, and I would savor the taste as I finally take you into my mouth. I would suck you down until I nearly swallowed your cock, and deep throat you until my nose was buried in your pubis. You could fuck my face as hard as you wanted, and I would love every second of it."</strong><br><br>Her voice turned soft and more seductive as she leaned in and began licking and nibbling at his ear.<br><br><strong>"Then I would offer you my ass if you wished it, and if you didn't, I would give you any part of my body that pleased you. You could invite your sons in and watch them fuck me, or bring in the whole male staff...or you could bring in my beautiful aunt and watch me pleasure her. Anything you wanted...that's my fantasy. My fantasy is your fantasy."</strong></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>11-10-2010, 23:31:53</strong>
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				&nbsp;Hawkins from Kitchen to the Music Room&nbsp; - Cyril Ambrose<br><br>Hawkins rose from the table. His saucer&nbsp; with cup next to his plate. A spoon place strategically on the plate to signify he had completed a meal and left for the late evening kitchen staff. <br><br>Hawkins tucked at his vestment as he went to the Butler pantry. Opening it he retrieved his serving tray before closing and locking the pane. The Cellar was next. It took a short amount of time even in the dark to locate and place what Cyril Ambrose might desire. <br><br>He moved efficiently up the stairs to the main floor by the back way. Avoiding the kitchen entirely. He moved directly to the music room where Master Ambrose was playing. <br><br>Without disturbing he came to stand at a prominent place near the piano where he set the square coaster at right angles to the edge. The glass on the coaster was next. Followed by the container. He inclined his head to Master Ambrose without a word as was their custom in such events requiring focus.<br><br>Hawkins waited a few moments to see if there was anything else he might provide for Master Cyril.<br><br>Hawkins planned to attend to his other duties once dismissed.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isengrad</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 02:28:00</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Valentine Ambrose-Outside his mothers room</em></div><hr><br>His mothers voice came from behind the door, a sweet sound he had not heard in a good while.. how he longed to hear it on his travels. But such is the price of wander lust.. course now that was sated a new lust had taken its place.Such was the way of desire, a carnal and primal sin.. it is never truly sated, the object merely changes. He straightened his clothes once more and grabbed the handle.. then a pause, he had just been traveling, away for awhile. perhaps it would be better to get cleaned.. or at least get a change of clothes, before seeing his beloved mother.<br><br>Slowly his hand pulled away<strong>"there will be time later, I have plenty."</strong> he said to himself. though he wished to see her now.. he didn't feel like he could in such a soiled state. turning on his heels he quietly made his way back down the hall towards his room.<strong>"Hope its at least partly prepared."</strong> he mumbled to himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 02:58:22</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Morgan Ambrose n the Study. Enjoying some quality time with his Niece.</em></div><br>Morgan gave a soft gasp feeling her moisture softly grinding upon his pants and along his rock hard erection. He fishes his manhood out of his pants letting it rest against her thighs though he did nothing else. He figured to spare his clothes the moist spots. He would smile lightly grinding slowly against her letting the tip press against her moist and overtly sensitive nethers letting the moist cloth cling well to her there. His hands would reach down to her shapely rear and began to make a faux bouncing motion so her thighs and nethers rub against his erection to tease. Now he was fighting dirty in this game but then again they both were very competitive. Her words had a profound effect on her but he would not yet break.<br><br><strong>"Are you really so ravenous my dear? You have your uncles appetite. Once hard again Im sure you would know I would grant no restraint to my darling daughter. I would removed myself from your mouth prematurely and lie you down upon the bed then mount your stomach so that my rigid rod of male nobility would be nestled in between your cleavage and within that soft bosom I would thrust using your breasts as a warm cushion letting you watch as the tip peeks out every so often from your lovely mounds. And I would be certain to make sure your hands were given the honor of doing that yourself. With my hands freed I would pump my fingers into your delicate and well used flower making sure to let that warm seed of mine leak onto the sheets or the table. Or perhaps even into a wine glass so you could savor that warm vodka yourself. When I reach my peak I would press my tip into your lips giving you a fresh dose of warm milk. And then still hard from the endeavors I would take your ass and your pussy as firmly as I could. Right here and now... Uncaring of whom comes in."</strong> He said with a smile as his cock throbbed against her pussy through the fabric and he would continue onwards with his torturous admissions of lust.<br><br><strong>"Perhaps I would have you dress as a choir girl and go into the confession box to repent of your sins. But I have a better idea of what fantasy I would inflict upon you. I know you have missed Prophet. And that might fowl has grown into a fine stallion in your absence my dear. And he as missed you deeply. I can tell for you were his first and I see the lack of passion when he takes a mare. He wants his first rider back and I am sure he would remember you. That thick horse cock and his warm seed would be abundant.. In fact I have a new harness that i know you would love. I will not say what it is but you will find riding it to be quite an exhilarating task my dear Josie."</strong> He teased her with the promise of seeing and being with her darling horse once more. The one she had grown close to during her years there.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 04:30:15</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Josie...with her uncle in his study. Quality "family time."</em></div><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><br>Pulling up her heavy skirts, she was glad that she had chosen to go without the hoop cage today for ease of travel. The crinoline was still annoying, though, so she reluctantly stood up as he spoke and unashamedly pulled up her outer skirt to untie and step out of her thick crinoline. She left her skirt and pantaloons on, but when she returned to his lap, she straddled his thighs and made sure that the slit in her pantaloons allowed her sex to grind directly against his hard and now revealed cock. Her arms went around his neck, and she moved herself like wanton bitch in heat. She wanted him so badly that she thought she might burst with anticipation.<br><br>His words put her into a frenzy that was obvious with the lustful and feral look in her large blue eyes, and also in the flush of her cheeks. Swallowing, she leaned forward and quieted him with a hard and passionate kiss to his mouth. His talk of Prophet had surprised and aroused her, and now she spoke.<br><br><strong>"Oh...I would love to feel your hard member moving back and forth between my breasts, and I would especially love to have your cum deposited in a goblet for me to drink...perhaps at dinner? In front of everyone? And I would indeed love to be Prophet's choice mare. I have missed the monstrous horse cock, and I would be more than happy to try out the harness you have created."</strong><br><br>Her voice was husky and nearly breathless as she attempted to hold out on him. However, a particularly delicious throb of his cock earned a whimper and defeated look on her pale and pretty face. <br><br><strong>"Alright. I surrender, Uncle. I need relief in some way, and I cannot hold out any longer. Please...please fuck me, or assist me...I'm begging you."</strong><br><br>And her voice was indeed desperate as she continued to grind her wet slit across his shaft.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 14:13:31</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Morgan enjoying the sweeter side of life with Josie</em></div><br>He warmly kissed her in turn pressing her hips into his lap for the best sensation in which to feel her. When that kiss finally was parted a long line of saliva traced between them. He smiled lightly a bit triumphant when he heard her unconditional surrender to him. He pressed the very tip of his rod against the slight camel toe in between her legs now rubbing slowly along that moist pantaloon. He gave a soft coo into her ear before he began to pull away. He would gently lift her up and off of him so she was sitting upon the wooden table now before rising out of the chair with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He would remove his coat and the remainder of his clothes now standing naked before her before he pushed back the chair and smiled stroking his cock slowly with one hand before he then says teasingly <strong>"Strip for me my darling daughter... I loved hearing about your dancing lessons... And I hope for a small show before we would continue our adventures."</strong> He was drawing this out but they did had to remove their clothes to enjoy each others company. Whilst she wouldn't mind him removing his clothes quickly he would not mind waiting a few minutes longer to let that sexual tension rise and bring them to a boil.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 15:35:03</strong>
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				<em>Countess Victoria Ebberly arriving at manor</em><br><br><br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/94/Batescharacter.jpg)<br><br>Countess Victoria Ebberly was busy readying her estate for Christmas holiday. She had doled out the staffs assignments while she would be away. The staff that had family would be dismissed, able to be with their families, the rest would stay and attend to the estate while she was away. She had planned on an extended&nbsp; stay tis time, staying right into the new year. She so loved staying at the Manor. She traveled there so often, she had her own special room there.&nbsp; Sadly she knew she was arriving late, and hoped that her hosts would not be too upset with her. <br><br>She had met the Lord and Lady on her travels when she was still married to the Earl, God rest his soul. They had some grand gatherings at the manor. Upon one of those such visits, she wandered away and discovered the delicious little secret they had. Training unkempt girls for pleasure. Well, with her sexual appetite, how could she not beg to be part of the process? Not just that, she had a penchant for the family as well, they did treat her well there. She adored the staff that the Lord and Lady had at the manor, they were so accommodate to her 'needs'. <br><br>Once everything was secure at her estate, she made the journey to the Manor. It was not a long journey, just over two hours at the most. The snow provided a perfect backdrop for Christmas. How she did love the holiday, so full of hope, and special 'gifts'. As the countess pulled up to the Manor, she was more than impressed with the decorations that were being hung for the festivities. She waited for he staff to open her carriage and escort her to her room. Someone of her standing was treated very well here. She decided to dress simply today, since she was traveling, leaving the more elaborate dress for later.<br><br>[(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a4/Victoriancostume3.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelsDemonsCode</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 18:19:40</strong>
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				<em>Violet Edwards &amp; Annalisa, in the Green Bedroom</em><br><br>"Good evening Miss Edwards," Annalisa said as she curtsied in greeting and stood properly again. "May I have... I have a word with you? It's about... my... my speech."<br><br>As she spoke, the girl made sure to be in the position Miss Edwards expected her to be in. Her back and shoulders up, straight and sharp, her hands folded behind her back neatly and her chin up with her eyes focused and alert to everything around her. She was honestly finding this hard, the posture and all, to due to the lateness of the hour and the heavy meal she had earlier slowly kicking in. <br><br>She felt a yawn coming on but stopped herself from doing it, keeping her sleepiness and aching bones to herself. After all, she knew better than to do anything Miss Edwards may find 'inappropriate' since the woman could be scary. There was a reason she was chosen by the Ambrose family to be the etiquette tutor chosen out of all the others.<br><br>Annalisa looked back before she entered the room of the etiquette teacher, wondering if her brother was still standing behind her. She saw nothing but an empty hallway instead, noting that he must have left when she was talking or when Miss Edwards was speaking. If she was supposed to feel relieved, Annalisa wasn't. While she didn't like him hoovering over her like an insect, she did like the fact he was there for her no matter what. <br><br>"Thank you for inviting me in Miss Edwards," she said when she entered the room, careful to not touch anything in fear of messing it up somehow. She liked having her fingers and toes on her, thank you very much. "I wi-wi... wish to d-discuss something im-important ma-matters with you." Her inability to say the fancy words were coming back now, but she showed much effort - too much of it - to avoid using slang. "I... err... an-angered Mr Ha-Hawkins earlier with my... sp-speech. Would you like to hear how I spoke to him?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 19:42:48</strong>
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				Hawkins - leaving the Music room to see to Countess Ebberly arriving at the manor<br><br>It was the jiggle of a merry horse drawn&nbsp; carriage that called Hawkins' attention now. Master Cyril otherwise preoccupied with the rapture of music he created so deftly.&nbsp; Hawkins gave a bow of the head and departed to answer the front door as was his responsibility unless otherwise detained.<br><br>Hawkins was not detained for long. The butler tray placed out of the way under the entry tree. He adjusted his vestments and straightened as he opened the door.&nbsp; One of the valet, Nathan by name, had also heard and was two steps behind him. <br><br>He stepped out in the snow to greet and provide the guest any service required. Informed by the Lady Ambrose of the late arriving guest he stepped briskly to open her carriage door.<br><br>"Good Evening Countess Ebberly," Hawkins said with great decorum and held his hand out to support her as she descended. "And welcome to Ambrose Manor."<br><br>Nathan was already collecting her luggage. <br><br>"If it please the Countess, the fireplace in the gathering room is warm and I shall tell the Lord and Lady of your arrival." Hawkins said properly. "Is there anything you require at this time?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 19:56:33</strong>
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				<em>Victoria being escorted inside</em><br><br>Victoria smiled when she saw Hawkins come to get her. "Ah Hawkins, a pleasure to see you again, Happy Christmas to you sir." Victoria was always so kind and courteous to each of the staff at the Ambrose Manor, she knew how hard they worked, and deserved as much dignity as she did. "I gather my room is all ready, I do apologize for arriving so late, but it was a bit treacherous back home.&nbsp; I do hope the Lord and Lady are not upset with me."<br><br>She entered the home and took off her outer jacket, "Oh Hawkins, just a glass of water please, when you have time, I will take it in the gathering room, by the fire. Thank you. " Victoria then made her way to the gathering room to warm her bones by the fire.&nbsp; She sat in a large chair and felt her body warm instantly as she sat by the beautiful roaring fire.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 23:30:32</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Josie...bonding with her Uncle.</em></div><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Josie smiled as he kissed her back and seemed ready to at least give her something. She groaned when the tip of his hard cock rubbed against her core, and then gladly sat on the desk with her legs spread as she watched him strip. Seeing his masculine body didn't help, and she was soon even wetter...if that was possible. Blushing at his words, she nodded and slipped off of the desk and to the side. <br><br>She had been studying ballet in London, and now she would try to seduce him using some of the moves. First she needed to strip, though, so she moved her hands to the laces of her blouse and untied them. Pulling it out from her skirt, she opened it and then tossed it aside...showing her corset and skirt. Next her hands came down to the buttons of her skirt, and she unbuttoned them before pushing it over her hips and stepping out of her traveling boots. Now she was left in her pantaloons, corset and stockings.<br><br>Her pantaloons followed next, and her shaved sex was revealed...complete with a small white scar in the shape of a rose. Given to her by Lord Valentine. It rested on her mound, and her glistening lips were visible beneath. Finally she was in her corset and stockings, so she rolled the latter down and off before starting on the hooks of her corset. Slowly she undid each one of them and then tossed the boned undergarment aside to stand nude in all her pale glory. Her curves were ample and soft as only nobility could attain, and her breasts were high and perky. <br><br>Finally she began dancing, moving to imaginary music as she twirled, bent, leaped and stretched gracefully. All the while she watched her uncle, and when she had exhausted the moves she knew, she walked to him and spoke.<br><br><strong>"Did I please you, Uncle?"</strong></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Fifth Master</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 03:03:21</strong>
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				Hawkins escorting Victoria inside and attempting to contact Lady Ambrose <br><br>"Thank you Countess," Hawkins said inclining his head&nbsp; and escorted the Countess inside. <br><br>"Your room has been prepared specially for the occasion, Countess," Hawkins said as he help her off with her jacket and listened to her order. <br><br>"A glass of water at once, and I shall announce your arrival," Hawkins replied and waited until the Countess was making her way to the gather room before handing her jacket off to Nathan who had her luggage.<br><br>"See her bed is turned and luggage stored as she has come to expect," Hawkins reminded the valet. <br><br>He walked briskly up the stairs to Lady Ambrose room and knocked on the door. She had asked to be told immediately when the Countess arrived. <br><br>As Hawkins waited for a reply he decided that the glass of water would be next and then to inform His Lordship.&nbsp; Hawkins had been told by staff Lady Josephine had arrived and was reuniting with her uncle Lord Ambrose in his study. This was a happy holiday indeed, he thought cheerfully and turned his attention back to Lady Ambrose door.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sashira</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 03:26:36</strong>
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				<em>Violet Edwards &amp; Annalisa, in the Green Bedroom</em><br><br>Miss Edwards gave Annalisa an approving nod at hearing her greeting. Her curtsy was much improved too, though it could still of course use some work. The girl's posture was also quite correct and a credit to herself. The teacher was unsurprised, however, to hear that Annalisa continued to have problems with her speech. The poor girl sometimes sounded like a stutterer in her efforts to maintain proper diction.<br><br>It was well of Mr. Hawkins to have sent Annalisa for individual attention; Miss Edwards thought she would have to thank him later for the courtesy. She did not know him well even after working at the Ambrose House for some time, but perhaps a gift would please him? She would bring him a well-prepared drink sometime when he was too hard at work to think of it himself. She considered this in the back of her mind while she led Annalisa into her room. Miss Edwards frequently pursued several trains of thought at once, each with perfect clarity, and would be surprised to hear that others could not.<br><br>She listened indulgently while the servant explained her purpose; Annalisa's diligence as a student made her a favorite, though she would never let on. <em>"Thank you for inviting me in Miss Edwards,"</em> said Annalisa very properly, and then descended into the confused speech of someone struggling with a second language. <em>"I wi-wi... wish to d-discuss something im-important ma-matters with you. I... err... an-angered Mr Ha-Hawkins earlier with my... sp-speech. Would you like to hear how I spoke to him?"</em><br><br>"I am unsurprised to hear that you have had problems with your speech," she said matter-of-factly. She took a seat at her desk, turning the chair to face Annalisa but leaving the servant to stand. "You know that it is your weakest area, my dear. I must agree with Mr. Hawkins that while you are otherwise coming along nicely, you lack the ability to talk like a lady." She drew a slim black leather crop, of the same kind used in stables, from her desk drawer. It was a favorite teaching tool.<br><br>"As to whether I would like to hear what you said, no, I do not particularly wish to hear what is undoubtedly gutter speech. However, I assume you only offered because you were ordered to repeat it to me." Her tone remained the same, but the look in her eyes hardened as she continued, "Is that, in fact, the case? Precision of language is important, young lady."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 09:53:31</strong>
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				"Thank you Hawkins you are most kind" Cyril spoke as he nodded back to the man before he took his leave. The sweet aroma from the meal gave Cyril a moments pause as his stomach growled from hunger. The man chuckled briefly before taking a sip of the drink he obtained followed by the sounds of his silverware being unsheathed. Savoring the meal to the last bite Cyril let out a satisfied sigh as he finished before once again resuming his work.<br><br>Unfortunately it appeared his mind was elsewhere as he began to draw blanks of what to compose, he gave a look of disappointment realizing he needed a break. Cyril rose from his seat once more letting out a stretch before gazing out beyond the window. He was unsure of what he wished to dazzle his mind with for the time being so he figured a stroll around the house would be enjoyable enough. Being the gentleman he was, Cyril grabbed his dishes and headed towards the staircase to return them to the kitchen.<br><br>The maids lightly giggled seeing the young lord doing their job as he moved into the kitchen and placed the dining ware onto the counter. He received a warm felt thanks as he left the kitchen and began to journey aimlessly throughout his family's home.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laughing Hyena</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 14:29:52</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Morgan enjoying a lovely view of Josie</em></div><br>He was smiling broadly whilst Josie danced before him removing her clothes with alluring lust and causing him to casually massage his own cock to release some of the tension that had taken hold of him. His eyes remained affixed upon her trying hard not to blink as often as they normally would so as to commit more of her dance to memory as he would shudder with delight at such a treat. He stood up and walked with her towards the fireplace lying down upon whatever luxurious carpet was there and he lowered her down upon him. He licked his lips as he whispers. <strong>"I did. And now I shall show you just how much I did. Mount my face and then indulge in my length with lips and hand. We shall not go anywhere for a long time"</strong> When she obeyed she would feel the intense sensation of her uncles warm breath rushing into her soft folds along with his tongue as he twirled and twisted it about like a humming bird ravaging a flower for the sweet bounty at the core. His hands gave a harsh squeeze to her supple rear kneading the muscles within it lovingly. She would feel him moan into her lush and tender folds and spanked her every so often when she was easing up from pleasure. Just to encourage her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 19:08:32</strong>
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				The young maid had told Constance that her dearest friend Victoria had arrived.&nbsp; She had made her way down to the Gathering Room, it was a small welcoming room were the guests were shown before being taken further into the house.&nbsp; The fire was always blazing, it was a room people felt happy in, and that was the whole idea.&nbsp; A room to welcome guests and set them at their ease before they met their hosts.<br><br>Lady Constance entered the room and smiled at the Countess.&nbsp; "My dear Victoria, you look devine as always" she said, kissing the beautiful woman on her cheeks.&nbsp; "I was hoping you would get here in time to relax and enjoy the evening.&nbsp; Do you require food or a drink?" she asked her, wondering what was keeping her husband.&nbsp; But she remembered that the minx Josephine had arrived.&nbsp; She was probably enjoying his hospitality.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 19:16:40</strong>
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				Victoria rose at the sight of her dear friend. "Oh Constance, I do hope you don't mind that I am late. The staff was slow back home and then the snow... Well, at least I am here now. " Victoria kissed Constance back on her cheek. "The place looks lovely as always. I trust your sons are back? How nice it is to have everyone back here for the holiday." Victoria was always alone during these times. She was blessed to have such a dear friend that always welcomed her to not make her feel so alone.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 20:22:44</strong>
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				Hearing the sounds of voices coming from down the hall, Cyril figured he would indulge himself in a conversation for some time and went to investigate. Upon arriving cozy room he noticed his Mother and Victoria and gave them a warm greeting.<br><br>"Ah, dear Mother so good to see you." he spoke before approaching and gave his loving mother a tender hug and a light kiss upon the cheek. He then turned to Victoria and gave her the same warm greeting, "And to you as well Lady Victoria, tis a pleasure you came to join us this holiday." Cyril looked over the two lovely women and gave them both a warm felt smile after he did so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isengrad</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 21:04:38</strong>
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				<strong>"I hope I'm not to late to join this little conversation.</strong> came valentines voice from the hallway. he emerged, dressed now in a new set of clothes.. no longer his simple outfit of white shirt and the black pants he was so fond of.He was still very monochromatic, but his dress now was certainly not as conservative. A white ruffled shirt, with buttons only done up to his chest, the long sleeves coming to his wrists and ending in another burst of lace. his pants were long, black and tucked into a pair of high boots.<br><br><strong>"I went back to your room mother, but you had already left."</strong> he said as he approached the group. a small formal bow of greeting given to them.<strong>"I hope you don't mind.. but i was able to get back early"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 21:14:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Victoria perked up as both Valentine and Cyril had come into the room. She was so glad to see both of them. "Ah dear Cyril, so glad to see you again. I could never imagine being anywhere else but here with your family on this joyous holiday. You all always make me feel like this is home." She kissed Cyril on the cheek, and then moved to Valentine, "And you, so glad to see you made it back early. How I did miss the both of you." She gave Valenitne the same kiss, she did love being with the brothers, they treated her like an equal, most times anyway. <br><br>Victoria moved back to the fire, just to warm up a little, then turned to Constance, "Have I missed dinner? I am hungry from my trip, I need be I can just grab a snack from the kitchen I'd you don't mind." Her stomach grumbled and she smiled softly at the lot, hoping they hadn't heard the sounds from her belly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 21:19:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Constance smiled at Victoria, glad to have her friend with them for the season.&nbsp; "My sons have returned, I have not greeted them properly yet." As she spoke Cyril entered and Constance walked to him, kissing him softly, then Valentine appeared and Connie felt a wave of moisture in her loins.&nbsp; She loved her boys.&nbsp; In a way mother's should not but she did and had and was looking forward to rekindling their closeness.<br><br>"Valentine, Cyril, I am sure you both remember the Countess" she said, then she placed her hands on the young woman's face and kissed her lips passionately as the boys watched.&nbsp; "Maybe we should ajourn to my rooms?" she suggested, looking at her sons and the Lady, "that is if you desire too of course" she said, kissing her once more and letting her hand trail down her side.<br><br>"we can have soem food sent up." She smiled, a hunger of a different type burning in her belly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 21:31:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Victoria welcomed her friends kiss, letting her tongue slip into Constances' mouth. Oh how the Lady of the manner could kiss. She let her fingers trail through the hair of her host before pulling away. She smirked at the boys, looks like mother got the first kiss, such a same. "I would love to move to one of your rooms Lady Ambrose, you will find no objection here. " She felt the lips press to hers once more, and relished the soft kiss, gently cupping Lady Ambrose's breast.&nbsp; Victoria could wait to eat, especially of the boys agreed to their mothers offer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 21:41:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cyril gave a wicked smile as their mother kissed the Countess seductively instantly realizing the woman's intent and with Victoria's reaction it aroused him further. Cyril gave his older brother a small pat on the back before approaching the two beautiful women and as he did so gave them both a firm pinch on their bottoms. <strong>"I would love nothing more, ladies."</strong> Cyril smiled accepting their offer
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isengrad</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 22:12:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His little brother could be quite mischievous, and seeing him tease both their mother and Miss Victoria.. well now that was always fun.he turned and made a show of almost flopping into a chair across from them.<strong>"I don,t know. I have had quite the long journey..."</strong> he started out. Making a show of looking tired.<strong>'... However, Im sure I would be willing to join you.."</strong> his smile spread into a lustful smirk<strong>"..if you can convince me."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 22:30:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Victoria knew that smirk, she had seen it many times on Valenine's face. "Oh my dear Valentine, you dare challenge me, really? Did you forget who you were talking to?" Victoria then turned to Lady Ambrose. "So your son seems to need convincing to join us think we can handle that Constance? How about you take your dress off, remind your son of that beautiful body of yours." <br><br>Victoria stood back and waited for Constance to comply with her orders, she know how easily her friend was willing to please. It was indeed going to be fun 'convincing' Valentine that he wanted to be part of the action.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 22:42:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Connie gulped and felt her cheeks flush.&nbsp; She was naked under the clothes.&nbsp; her husband, Lord and Master had punished her last week and he had taken her undergarments away.&nbsp; She undid the tiny pearl buttons on the front and then pushed the dress down, standing naked before them.&nbsp; her body was good for her age, considering she three sons (yes another son joining us).&nbsp; She was shaven, as were all the women and girls who bore the Ambrose brand.&nbsp; She wore her brand on her right buttock.&nbsp; It had been given to her on their wedding night.&nbsp; She loved her life, she doted on her husband and sons.<br><br>She was naked now, before three fully dressed people.&nbsp; She dropped her gaze to the floor.&nbsp; Connie was a very submissive woman.&nbsp; She had been trianed here and had fallen in love with the young Lord Ambrose.&nbsp; Now she was his, mother to his sons and slave to them all.&nbsp; She wouldnt have it any other way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 22:49:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing his brother tease the two of them rose a smirk from Cyril, and with a nod to his brother he signaled his approval of his game and played along. <strong>"I'm not sure he will be completely convinced Victoria."</strong> he replied to her suggestion. <strong>"Our mother is a beautiful temptress however, it seems brother is quite weary from his long journey. Perhaps you would care to join her?" </strong>Cyril gave Victoria a light pat on her rear in encouragement suggesting she strip with her for the sons entertainment.<br><br>As mother stripped before them Cyril gave her that wicked smile he was known for, showing her he was aroused by her action as she flaunted her brand proudly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 22:53:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She had heard Cyrils request, but she had other plans... for now. Victoria smirked as she watched her friend strip for the three of them. She turned to Valentine, "Didn't you miss this body? Mmm So yummy to look at." Victoria moved to Constance, and whispered into her ear, "Lady Ambrose, wouldn't you like to cum for your sons, here and now? Give them a little show? Tell them how much you love them, while I make you cum in front of them?" Victoria was beautiful and cunning, she knew how to control a situation, most would have thought she was part of the family with the things she had done in the manor. Victoria thrust a finger into Constance's wet sex, "Oh my dear hostess, you are already aroused, tell me, who was it that turned you on so? Me, Cyril or Valentine? Tell me dear, maybe they'll get something special." Victoria removed her finger and wiggled it at the boys, the lucky 'winner' would taste the sample of Constance's juices on her finger. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isengrad</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 23:14:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled, he and Cyril could operate on the same wavelength at times. he watched as Cyril chatted up Victoria.. setting the stage for the very same thing he had in mind. however disappointment struck him as Victoria was inclined to take a dominant role in this situation.However this did not mean that it could not be salvaged in the least.. and Victoria's little antics did give him a grandiose idea.<strong>"Why Victoria, you little minx you.. taking the lead like that."</strong> he said, wheels turning in his head.<br><br><strong>"I do think though, that dear mother would appreciate it if she could return the favor.. shes so eager to please i'm sure she would be willing to do anything to hear you moan Little Victoria"</strong> he said, he usually went to that to establish his dominance as well as show a connection.. mother was the only one that did not have the little title in his eyes.. for she was very Dear
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>13-10-2010, 23:21:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Victoria turned to Valentine, "Why not then a game, if your mother names one of you as her arouser, then I will do as you boys have asked, if she names me, clothes stay on. Deal? As I see it, your odds are better in this little challenge, are then not?" She knew she could match Valentine wit for wit, but it was so fun to let him wait it out, even though they both knew, in the end, she would give into him. How she did love playing with the Ambrose sons, it was so much fun. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 00:48:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Connie gulped, "It..it was all of you.&nbsp; I loved the idea of being here and being used by you all" she told them, "I love you Victoria, I love the way you touch&nbsp; me.&nbsp; My boys are my pride and joy and I love to please them.&nbsp; I wanted to have you all touching me, as I touched you all back" she told them, her cheeks turning red as she felt her insides churn for more fingers form the sexy Countess.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>14-10-2010, 01:26:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Victoria snickered, "Oh Constance, you little imp, such a blanket answer. Well, since we have all aroused you, for my prize, I get the taste of your wetness, and luckily for you boys, I will grant your request to also shed my clothes for your enjoyment." Victoria took her finger and put it in her mouth savoring the taste of Lady Ambrose. <br><br>She then undid the buttons on her blouse, and undid her skirt, letting it fall to the ground. She wore nothing underneath, she was at the Ambrose Manor after all. It was just like her to show up without dainty dressings underneath. Once she was fully undressed, she turned back to her hostess, "So Constance, would you like me to finish what I started, or do you prefer I use my mouth to make you cum for your boys? The choice is yours." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 17:31:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Connie watched as the sexy Countess dropped her clothes and stood naked before them.&nbsp; Connie loved the Countess, she was a woman who knew what she wanted and went for it.&nbsp; She knew they would put a good show on for the boys.&nbsp; She shuddered as she sucked her own juices from that sexy finger.&nbsp; Damn the woman knew how to get to her Ladyship.<br><br>"Please Countess, please, I would lvoe for you to finish what you started" she sighed, laying on the floor, her legs wide spread, showing herself to her boys and the sexy woman who was about to do that whcih drove Connie mad.&nbsp; She hoped the boys would join in, but for now her eyes were on Victoria, "please use your mouth, make me cum for my sons, make them want to take us so hard" she begged her friend, her eyes glowing with delicious need.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 17:40:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Victoria smirked, Constance was always so 'accommodating'. "Ah yes dear Lady Ambrose, as you wish." Victoria got down on all fours in front of her hostess, ass high in the air. She then leaned in and licked Lady Ambrose like a kitten lapping cream. Her tongue swirled around the gentle button,&nbsp; making Lady Ambrose squirm. She then closed her lips around it and began to suck gently, assuring her hostess was being pleased properly. <br><br>Victoria then grew closer to the dripping sex of Lady Ambrose. Victoria darted her tongue in and out like a snake. She loved the taste of Constance's sex. She moaned deeply into the flesh of her current lover. Victoria didn't care who her lovers were, man, woman, beast, each one had a special quality that she enjoyed. She continued to please Constance, lapping and licking, making sure that her hostess came hard for her wonderful sons.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 17:50:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Connie whimpered as she felt the Countess feast on her offering.&nbsp; She reahced out and gripped the leg of the sofa, her eyes closing as her hips writhed.&nbsp; Damn the woman was so good, she knew exactly how to make her moan and groan.&nbsp; Her body arched, she grew wetter and looked at the boys, wondering if they would join in.&nbsp; She would love to see their cocks out, so hard, being fisted by them as they watched the two women.<br><br>"Victoria, move yourself round dear lady, I wish to taste you" Connie begged, wanting to pleasure her friend even as she was pleasured herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 18:23:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Victoria heard her friends request and moved to look up at her. "Ah my dear friend, you can beg and plead all you want, but you know how I am, I make the rules between you and I. My rule today is that you moan and writhe for your sons, while I do all the pleasing. Perhaps your begging will turn them on even more. Maybe you should continue begging through your moans sweet Lady." Victoria buried her head between Constance's thighs, and began to use her teeth to graze the tender nether lips. Victoria was very much in charge, and she needed Constance to remember that little fact.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 18:37:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Constance loved it when Victoria turned all Domme on her, she moaned and arched her back, "oh Mistress yes, thank you, please I wish to cum so hard." She told her, her eyes wide as such sweet desire flooded her and her fires burnt out of control.&nbsp; "Please Mistress, I want only to please you all." She begged, her brand was obvious on her thigh and she knew Victoria was a demanding Mistress when the mood took her.&nbsp; She whimpered loudly, looking at Valentine and Cyril.&nbsp; She wanted to do what she was told.&nbsp; Her training was deeply ingrained in her and she knew her place.&nbsp; She cried out as Mistress Victoria played her so very cleverly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 18:49:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Victoria was enjoying the sounds of her friend begging to cum and be pleased. It excited Victoria all the more. Victoria took her fingers and played with the lovers clitoris, while she happily lapped at the Lady's sex. She wanted to cum hard? Than Victoria would grant her that wish. With the other hand, she reached up and tweaked the dear Lady's breast. Victoria liked a little pain with her pleasure. <br><br>She then thrust her tongue in and out, the same movements a man would take with his penis. She licked and flicked, touching Lady's Ambrose's sweet inner spot many times. She knew Constance would not be able to take much more. She just wondered if the boys were enjoying their little show.&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isengrad</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 22:51:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This was truly a sight to behold, such wonderful lust shared between those to. A smile curled on his lips, lust was such a wonderful sin.. of the seven it was his favorite to say the least.His mothers moans, Victoria's voracious appetite when it came to his mothers flower.It was always fun watching these two.<strong>"A very good show.."</strong> he said, his leg uncrossing, legs spread wide. his arousal was evident though his tight pants. <br><br>He stood up, walking over he stooped by the two and ran his hand along Victoria's backside before he came up, his hand weaving in her hair before he eased her head up away from his mothers sex.<strong>"... but its too soon for her to cum just yet, the show has barely started."</strong> a wicked grin on his face, a lustful flame smoldering behind his eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 23:26:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cyril followed his brother's lead, <strong>"Yes dear mother do try to control yourself."</strong> he approached the duo with his bulge constricted by his pants. Valentine and Cyril seemed to compliment each others strengths well, where one would not succeed, the over would prevail, it was no wonder the two knew their way around the ladies hearts so well. Cyril moved to his mother and lightly tugged on her hair making her look up to him before kissing her passionately with a glint of sinful desire in his eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 23:35:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Connie whimpered as she felt Victoria removed from her.&nbsp; She saw Valentine standing there, looking down at her.&nbsp; She gulped, her boys were moving and she felt her desire explode.&nbsp; How she missed him, how she loved them.&nbsp; "Valentine, I have missed you my dear boy" she said.&nbsp; Then Cyril was there and she felt his hand in her hair, "oh my Cyril, I have my two boys here" she wondered where RIchard was, he would appear when he was ready.<br><br>She kissed Cryil back with heated desire, her body needing them all.&nbsp; She was wanton tonight, and she didnt care.&nbsp; She wanted them all to ravage and enjoy her body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>15-10-2010, 23:51:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Victoria felt her hair tugged as she was pulled away from her friends sex. She smiled when she heard Valentine's voice. "But of course, I'm sure you boys would love to have a go at it with your mother. Be my guest." Victoria stood and looked at both boys with a glimmer in her eyes. She watched Cyril kiss Constance and she licked her lips. She could not wait to be taken back to the Lady's room with the three of them. It would prove to be a very interesting evening indeed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Teridas</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 09:41:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cyril's tongue lavished his mother mouth lustfully, it was obvious he was aroused at seeing her and Victoria naked before him. After a few heated moments of a passionate exchange of saliva Cyril withdrew his lips before placing them upon his mother's neck and started to bite lightly looking at Victoria as he did so. His hand would then wrap around Constance and begin to grope her breast's with desire as the bulge in his pants continued to grow in excitement, just waiting to be released. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isengrad</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 02:40:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				he chuckled, his hand releasing the countesses hair as she stood, lest she inflict unwanted or wanted pain upon herself. His brother seemed as eager as always, and of course the countess was always willing to spend time with either or all of them. At this point he could liken her to a kid in the candy store who was just told he could have one of everything. Standing he turned to her now, a lewd smile upon his face. <strong>"My dear little Victoria, don't deny your own passion. Im sure you want our mother as much as we do."</strong> he said, walking around her. his fingers falling lightly on her shoulders, letting his fingertips gently brush the skin.. he stroked lightly down the swell of her bosom as he walked behind her.<strong>"In fact I'm sure any animal could tell from just a casual sniff of the air that your excited. course we men have other ways of testing."</strong> he said to her, as he spoke his hand had trailed down her stomach until the fingers rested lightly on the mound of her hips.<strong>"Like this."</strong> he said, one finger dipping inside her honey pot, crooking upward to stroke (in a sense) right behind her clitoris.<br><br><strong>"My,my my.. such a naughty woman you are. such moist loins from pleasing my mother. and how selfish you were.. not letting mother please you as well. You should know by now a slaves greatest pleasure should come from pleasing the ones they serve..</strong> he said, his finger working its way back and forth inside victorias hot cunny. <strong>"Oh brother, do let mother up for a bit... I think its time our pet got a little treat."</strong> he said. his fingers retracted, then splayed, catching the labia of Victoria and spreading them wide for all to see.<strong>'I think, a quick release from our naughty countess should be all I need, then we can head to mothers bedroom."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Ambrose Girls - Twas the week before Christmas</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>20-10-2010, 04:08:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Victoria smirked as Vakentine tried to teach her a "lesson" on slaves. "Ah dear Valentine duely noted. But aren't slaves also meant to suffer and want, if just for a little bit? I am sure your mothers arousal was topped up a notch because I denied her request." Victoria didn't back down until she had to, that was her charm, she was smart and cunning, yet she knew also when to submit to the whims of the Ambrose men. She liked challenging them, she was the only woman that dared do so and get away with it.<br><br>As he ran his fingers over her body, she shivered with delight. His touch set her body on fire, as he went down her body, she wanted more from her precious Valentine. She purred like a kitten being rubbed. Victoria didn't even flinch as his finger dipped&nbsp; into her folds. She just smiled that wicked smile of hers. "Yes Valentine I desire your mother and you and Cyril, that's no secret.", a soft moan slipped from her lips as he stroked her. She wondered just what was going on in that mind of his. She purred once more as he separated her nether lips, waiting to see what his next move was and whathe had in store for her.
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