A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin
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				Title: <strong>A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>09-09-2012, 22:23:15</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Lady Constance Henshaw<br>Preparing the House for the arrival of the guests<br>With Maids Chloe &amp; Ethel</strong></div><br>Lady Constance Henshaw moved through the house with the two maids who were on duty for the weekend following her.&nbsp; Ethel always volunteered, Chloe, well she was paying off a debt to the family so to speak.&nbsp; Chloe and Ethel were both begin given their orders for the evening, their outfits ready for them in their rooms in the servants wing.&nbsp; The guests were due in the next hour and Connie wanted to make sure that everything was prepared.<br><br>“Make sure that every bed has a bed warmer in it, even though it is summer the beds will still be cold. I want everything perfect tonight.” She told them, her voice letting them know she would not tolerate any problems or mishaps.&nbsp; This evening was the start of the weekend, everything had to run exactly as the Lord had planned.<br><br>The bedrooms had all been aired, beds changed, fresh towels and toiletries in every bathroom.&nbsp; The house had been dusted from head to toe.&nbsp; The silver and brasses all polished.&nbsp; Everything looked fresh, clean and shining.&nbsp; <br><br>In the kitchens cook was busy preparing the food.&nbsp; The menu had stretched them, she had been like a fiend, barking orders at the scullery maids, making sure everything was prepared.&nbsp; The menu was sumptuous, and the two maids who would be serving it, (literally) had been prepared in their role.<br><br>“Now you both know what to do this evening.&nbsp; The feast will begin at 8 o'clock.&nbsp; You are both to be washed and clean shaven, laying on the table.&nbsp; Mrs. James (the cook) will be laying the food out on you both.&nbsp; There is to be no talking tonight, and remember you will be available for the guests to touch.&nbsp; I do not wish to hear any sounds of protest or refusal.&nbsp; If I do you will both receive punishment from his Lordship in front of our guests.” She was stern as she looked at the girls, her eyes going from Chloe to Ethel.<br><br>Ethel bobbed a curtsey, “yes Ma'am, we understand, I'll keep an eye on Chloe here as this is her first weekend party” the older maid said, already feeling her excitement bubbling in her belly.<br><br>“I know I can rely on you Ethel” Lady Henshaw said, “Make sure my children are ready, I want everyone downstairs to greet the guests.&nbsp; His Lordship will give the welcome speech over dinner.&nbsp; Ethel, after dinner, the gentlemen will probably take cigars and brandy in the drawing room, make sure they have <em>everything</em> they need” she told her, knowing the maids would have a busy night tonight.<br><br>Ethel curtsied again, glancing at Chloe, the younger maid was in for an eye opening evening.<br><br>Connie waved the girls away, “make sure you are on your best behaviour” she warned, knowing Ethel would watch Chloe closely.<br><br>Walking into the Library she made sure everything was ready.&nbsp; The crystal decanters had been filled with the best brandy and port. In the drawing room there would be the best cigars and whiskey.&nbsp; The weekend was to be the best yet.&nbsp; Tonight would involve the feast, then the after dinner entertainment. She knew the first night was always fairly quiet compared to the rest of the weekend.&nbsp; The perfect way to start a weekend that would hopefully be what everyone needed.<br><br>Leaving the Library she headed towards her husband's, his Lordship's study.&nbsp; She knocked on the door and then stepped in, smiling at the man at the desk.<br><br>“Everything is ready my Lord, “ she said softly, “did you wish to inspect the rooms?” she asked him, knowing that he had the final say on if everything was ready or not.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 01:02:47</strong>
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				Lord Darcy Henshaw<br>In study looking over papers<br>With His wife<br><hr>Lord Henshaw felt like a workhorse on these weekends.&nbsp; Though he only over saw to the final touches, it still required him to go around the house.&nbsp; He picked over everything.&nbsp; It was about appearances.&nbsp; The guest need to have fun as well as the Henshaws.&nbsp; His inspection was the last thing he did before enjoying himself.&nbsp; Until he was needed, the man stowed himself away in his study.<br><br>He had a few papers to review and finalize.&nbsp; All his dealing were for the benefit of him.&nbsp; The more he made gave the man more power.&nbsp; However, the Lord was smart enough to know that monetary gains would be for not if he didn't take care of the workers.&nbsp; He gave them what they needed but not what they wanted.&nbsp; Lord Henshaw kept others at bay.&nbsp; He bought his loyalty.&nbsp; The man could easily take what he wanted and did so in a few instances.&nbsp; The fearsome man exerted his dominance once before and that was against his own father.<br><br>The Lord was seated at his desk when the door opened.&nbsp; He looked up to she his wife.&nbsp; The man sat back into his chair.&nbsp; She was quite beautiful this evening.&nbsp; He looked her over.&nbsp; <strong>"Very good my dear"</strong> he replaced his pen into it's tray.&nbsp; He shuffled his papers&nbsp; back into a pile.&nbsp; He was looking forward to this weekend.&nbsp; It was a good time full of anything.&nbsp; The human body would experience a lot this weekend.&nbsp; Inhibitions were lost and freedom was embraced.&nbsp; <br><br>With this inspection, the weekend could officially begin.&nbsp; <strong>"I would"</strong> He pushed away from the desk then stood up.&nbsp; She was a lovely creature if ever was one.&nbsp; He gave her a soft smile.&nbsp; At first their marriage was just business but they grew together five years ago.&nbsp; his hand stretched out to his wife. <strong>"Are we prepared for the weekend's festivities.&nbsp; How about the living food trays...we can't have hair in the food."</strong> He pressed his lips into the woman's cheek.
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				Post by: <strong>Foxy DeVille</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 03:16:37</strong>
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				<em>Chloe<br>Receiving Instructions<br>With Ethel</em><br><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JGg2yz3XzPQ/TaxOMlJN_oI/AAAAAAAADB4/zBNSS7X9YK4/s1600/080DL1.jpg)</div>As Lady Henshaw was telling the maids their duties for the evening, the young little French maid named Chole kept her head down. Her humiliation was two-fold... for one thing, Chloe had been caught stealing silverware to raise money her her impoverished family back in France. She had been caught and was fortunate enough not to face a sacking or even arrest. Instead the Henshaws insisted that she perform a special duty at their party that weekend. Which leads to the second humiliation... having to lay nude on the table as a sort of living platter for food. Chloe couldn't recall the last time anyone has seen her naked, most likely her parents when she was still a child. The pretty maid didn't know how she was going to handle it but she knew that she had to. Her family was relying on the money she sent them to get by. For them Chloe could hand a few gawks and gropes. But there was one thing she didn't understand and when Lady Henshaw dismissed she asked Ethel about it.<br><br>"Ethel... Madame Henshaw said she wanted us clean-shaven. What does zat mean?&nbsp; My legs and underarms, I always keep zem shaved. Does she zink I do not?"
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				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 04:18:45</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Archibald Greymore<br>Westinghouse (Greymore Primary Estate)<br>Preparing to travel</span></span></div><hr><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">Lord Greymore was fixing his gloves, for the tenth time as he waited on Lady Greymore. "Does the Lady not understand that we only have the weekend and if she detains us any further that we will miss the entire thing." The servant didn't reply, only nodded and went on about their work.&nbsp; Greymore took out his watch, looking at the stairs. "I might as well just take these off and put them back on again. I mean this is very inconsiderate. I doubt her family would allow for her to behave in such a manner in France..I mean yes, it's true that the French only think of themselves, but blast it, she is a Lady now and--" Greymore stopped to swat a maid's behind. <br><br>"You are a new one--remind me to introduce myself properly upon my return." The young woman scurried away, rather fast as Greymore looked as his watch again. "Surely this is not how she was raised." <br><br>A half an hour passed and Lord Greymore had moved to a bench, this time playing with his shoes, rather the laces of them as he eyed one of his favorites, blowing her a kiss as she girl giggled and scurried on her way as the housekeeper scolded her.<br><br>"Hester--Be nice to the lass..I like her ass." He rhymed as he laughed and checked his watch again. "Blast it!" <br><br>Another twenty minutes passed and Lord Greymore was checking his hair in the mirror. "I have experiements that take less time than my wife--Blast it!" He turned as he was interupted. "Yes--what is it?" <br><br>"My Lord. The Lady Greymore is waiting in the carriage, is growing impatient, foot man says she's been waiting for nearly an hour."</span>
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				Post by: <strong>DS2K</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 07:00:10</strong>
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				(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__7s9GUTM-oY/TI6r1Oud-eI/AAAAAAAASQk/q_8oAjRwHuY/s1600/da+16.PNG)<div class="floatleft"><div class="floatleft"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Robert Smiith<br>Arriving by Horse</strong></span><br><br>Robert rode his house up the long drive way of the grounds, admiring the country side.&nbsp; <br>Having been rise in the city he didn't get the change get out in the country side as much as wound have liked and was looking forward to the weekend.<br>If 1/2 the rumors where right is was going to be great weekend. <br>He lead is horse around to the front of the mansion to find a carriage was parked in front and a beautiful young lady stepping down form it.<br>Dismounting and giving his suit a quick brush off he approach the lady.<br>"Excuse me miss my I be so froward to ask if I may escort you in", he say as he bowed to the young lady</div></div>
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				Post by: <strong>DS2K</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 07:58:16</strong>
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				Robert Smith<br>Escorting Abigail Roberts into the mansion<br><br>Robert smile as he took in how the wind blow her blue dress up to show off her slender feet.&nbsp; As Abigal curtsy, he try not you stare at her impressive breasts as she did so. <strong>"It be an honour and a pleasure miss..",</strong> he say as he took her hand and lead her to the main door.&nbsp; "<strong>Perhaps you be so kind do extend the pleasure to a dance tonight, I assume your here for the weekends activities"</strong>, he added as they enter the main door.
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 18:44:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwlyeul27T1qlbwj1o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Lady Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downstairs<br><strong>With:</strong> Anyone<br><hr><br>Belle was excited. This was the first "weekend" that she'd been allowed to participate in, and she honestly didn't know what would come of it. Her parents were well-known for their parties, but she was new to this whole scene. At 20, she was quite old to be unmarried, but she focused more on her books and education than finding a husband. <br><br>She dressed in a blue gown (http://www.victoriana.com/victoriandress/images/1867_1.JPG) that hid a pale peach corset. Her red curls were up in a half-updo, with many crimson tendrils escaping and framing her pale face. As she descended the stairs from her room, she held a book in one hand. Smiling at the staff she saw gathered, she heard a noise from her father's study. Heading that way, she entered and smiled at her parents.<br><br><strong>"Mother...Father. Is there anything I can do to help prepare? I'm not really sure what my role will be this evening."</strong><br><br>It was obvious she was both excited and nervous.
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				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 20:36:55</strong>
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				Name: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Location: His room<br>With: Nobody<br><br>Andrew was getting himself ready in his room, looking in the mirror he made sure his hair and clothes were perfect, he had also shaved properly. This weekend was something he had looked forward since the last one, and this one, no matter which guests from outside the Henshaw state showed, would grant him some very delightful fruits to pick.<br><br>Finishing his attire with a pin shaped like a flower, he then took a seat, waiting to be called to join his parents to greet the guests.
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 20:45:13</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Lady Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Location:</strong> Andrew's Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Anyone<br><hr><br>As soon as she had arrived, she remembered that Andrew had asked to see her before the guests arrived. Cursing internally, she gave an apologetic smile to her parents.<br><br><strong>"I am so sorry. Andrew wanted to see me before the festivities began, and I forgot. I will see you both later."</strong><br><br>Going to each, she kissed their cheeks and then left the study to make her way to her older brother's room. When she reached it, she knocked on the door and then pushed it open to enter.<br><br><strong>"Andrew? You wanted to see me before the guests arrived?"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 20:55:08</strong>
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				Name: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Location: His room<br>With: "Belle"<br><br>"Yes sister please come in" Andrew said excited when he saw her and stood up to welcome her. "Close the door behind you please"<br><br>She was the reason he was looking forward so much to this weekend, during normal life he could only think of her from afar but in a weekend like this everything was allowed, and he wasn't going to let the opportunity slide past him.<br><br>"I wanted to talk to you about this weekend, I know it is the first time you are taking part. I want to know what you expect from it. You know I'm always looking out for you" He finished that sentence by reaching for her arm and brushing it.
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 20:59:41</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Lady Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Location:</strong> Andrew's Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Anyone<br><hr><br>Belle trustingly closed the door behind her and walked in, smiling at Andrew. He was a handsome young man, and he had every bit the dominance that their father did. He'd make some woman very happy someday. <br><br>When he asked about what she expected from it, she blushed and moved to sit on his bed. They had always been close, so she thought nothing of it.<br><br><strong>"Well...I suppose I'm not really sure."</strong><br><br>He brushed her arm, and she felt her heart flutter a bit.<br><br><strong>"I've heard rumors of what goes on, but mother and father have never let me take part. And if the rumors are true, then..."</strong><br><br>She blushed.<br><br><strong>"Well...I'm still a virgin, Andrew."</strong><br><br>Her voice was quiet on that last end, and she swallowed uneasily.
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 21:05:37</strong>
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				<strong>Ethel</strong><br><strong>With Chloe</strong><br><br>Ethel looked at Chloe, arching an eyebrow. the young maid hadn't attended a weekend before.&nbsp; She had no idea what was in store for her.&nbsp; Ethel wondered if she was still a virgin, if so that wouldnt last very long.&nbsp; She smirked a little.<br><br>"Oh dear Chloe, there is another place that we need to shave" she told her, grabbing her hand and leading her back towards the servants wing, she would ask Mr Stuert if he had a razor she could borrow.&nbsp; It looked as if she would have to shave Chloe.&nbsp; Ethel quite liked that idea.&nbsp; <br><br>"Chloe dear, have you ever laid with a man?" she asked her quietly, heading towards Mr. Stuert's office<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 21:10:49</strong>
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				Name: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Location: His room<br>With: "Belle<br><br>He smiled as she blushed, she was so innocent he had found it strange she was willing to take part in the weekend. He kept brushing her arm.<br><br>"You are?" he said gladly surprised "I always feared one of your many suitors had charmed his way past your defenses. You make me happy by telling me that."<br><br>He asked again "Is there anything you wish to ask me about what will happen here? If not there is something I have to tell you"
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 21:18:21</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Moved scene between Lord Andrew Henshaw and Lady Arabella Henshaw to Lord Andrew's Private Rooms (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151680.0)...</em></div>
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				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 21:53:35</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Vivenne Greymore<br>Westinghouse<br>Getting ready to travel</strong></div><br>Her husband had told her when to be ready and Vivienne had been in their carriage not long after the designated leaving time. She was starting to get frustrated and was wondering what was taking Archibald so long. They had only been married for a few months and it was still new, her first relationship is a marriage. She kind of detested her parents for forcing her to marry someone she didn't know, but being a Lord's wife did afford more than being the daughter of a Nobleman and she did like that.<br><br>"I wonder what is keeping him, and he thought I'd take a long time to get ready." She could be quite independent, but her mother had warned her about stepping over boundaries so Vivienne really did not know what to do sometimes. She decided to just wait, smiling at a few of their male staff who walked by the open carriage. Some of them were mighty attractive, but she wasn't good at playing that whole game. Her five older brothers had never let a man near her which had frustrated her to no end.<br><br>She had decided on wearing a light purple and white dress that dipped down to show a little more than a hint of cleavage. A white corset was underneath, unlike other girls her age, she didn't really mind them. Vivienne was used to them and only complained about them when they were so constricting that she could not breathe. Her waist was small without having to have a corset tight enough to make breathing difficult. <br><br>( her dress- http://www.yourvintagewedding.com/_files/Image/Bridesmaid/vintage%20wedding%20bridesmaid%20dress%208.jpg (http://www.yourvintagewedding.com/_files/Image/Bridesmaid/vintage%20wedding%20bridesmaid%20dress%208.jpg)&nbsp; without the hat.)
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				Post by: <strong>Foxy DeVille</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 22:16:48</strong>
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				<em>Chloe<br>Following Her Instructions<br>With Ethel</em><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JGg2yz3XzPQ/TaxOMlJN_oI/AAAAAAAADB4/zBNSS7X9YK4/s1600/080DL1.jpg)</div>It took Chloe a moment to realize that Ethel meant by "another place." When she did her brown eyes grew wide.<br><br>"You mean... down zere? But zen everyone will be able to see... everyzing!"<br><br>Even as she said it, Chloe realized that was the point. And with Ethel leading her off, it appeared there was no way out it. To further add to her embarrassment, the other maid asked about Chloe's experience with men. or more accurately, lack thereof.<br><br>"No, I have not. My family, zey are very religious. Ozzer than a few kisses I have done nozzing wiz a man."
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				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 22:19:31</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Lord Greymore<br>Westinghouse<br>Preparing to dapart</span></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">With Vivenne</span></span></div><hr><br>Greymore climbed into the carriage, not uttering a word, though his eyes instantly fell to Vivenne's bussom. "Lovely Lady Greymore." He did smile at her though said nothing about what had delayed them so severely.<br><br>He tapped his walking stick and the carriage began to move, slowly at first as the two popped about a little until the road leveled out. "I trust that you will enjoy yourself this weekend my bride?" Archibald had tried, for lack of a better reason other than boredom, to invent various things to call Vivenne. "I have never attended such an event, but they are quite popular, the Lord and Lady Henshaw that is--"<br><br>Greymore had seldom attended any function except those that his father forced him to as a child and younger man, but now he was married and to socialize was expected.
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 22:23:10</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Ethel - maid<br><strong>Location:</strong> Heading to find Mr. Stuert<br><strong>With:</strong> Chloe<br><br>Ethel smirked, careful not to let Chloe see, "well my dear I think this could be an interesting weekend for you?" she told her, holding her hand as they headed towards Mr. Stuert's office.<br><br>"Thats the whole point, we want everyone to see everything. Besides, we don't want unwanted hair in the food. Cook would not be very impressed." She added, enjoying the younger maid's discomfort.<br><br>[OOC: Carrying on HERE (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151678.0)
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 22:30:11</strong>
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				Lady Constance Henshaw<br>Preparing the House for the arrival of the guests<br>With Lord Henshaw, her husband<br><br>Taking his hand she smiled warmly at him.&nbsp; They had developed over the years. Love hadn't come easy, but now they were extremely close.<br><br><strong><em>&nbsp;"Are we prepared for the weekend's festivities.&nbsp; How about the living food trays...we can't have hair in the food." </em></strong><br><br>I have left Chloe in Ethel's care.&nbsp; She'll make sure everything is perfect” she informed him, leaning into his kiss, her cheek tingling from the contact.<br><br>“I have warned them that if they allow anything to go wrong they will receive a public punishment.” She informed him, feeling a slight buzz in her belly.<br><br>“Everything is ready, the house looks splendid. Cook has out done herself with the feast tonight” she informed him.<br><br>As they stepped out Belle appeared, then disappeared, the girl was always rushing around.<br><br>“Do you think she'll take to the weekends Andrew has?” she wondered, watching her daughter move off, her skirts swirling around her feet.
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				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 22:53:57</strong>
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				Lord Darcy Henshaw<br>In study looking over papers<br>With His wife<br><hr><br>The man nodded his head, looking pleased at the news.&nbsp; The Lord was about to speak with his eldest daughter appeared then vanished.&nbsp; He shook his head.&nbsp; His face showed his amusement of the action.&nbsp; <strong>"We can only hope my dear."</strong> He leaned in again this time for her lips.&nbsp; It was a gentle loving kiss.&nbsp; It had been five years ago to the day, when he kisses weren't so loving.&nbsp; They were forced upon her.&nbsp; Love wasn't present then only lust.&nbsp; Now the Lord loved and cared for the woman in front of him.&nbsp; <strong>"She hasn't yet become a woman...Has she?"</strong> His gaze went distant.&nbsp; He was open with his family about the nature of this weekend.&nbsp; <em>Would my sweet Belle finally step into her own.</em> It was a reality.&nbsp; It was a part of life.&nbsp; He wasn't ashamed of his or his lady's sexual needs and desires.&nbsp; It is what brought them closer after all. He shook his head.&nbsp; <strong>"Keep an eye on her my love, she may just be the bell of the ball...next to you"</strong> He wrapped his free hand around her bring in her close, kissing her more passionately.
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 23:03:58</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Lady Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Location:</strong> Downstairs<br><strong>With:</strong> Anyone<br><hr><br>Quite shaken at what had just transpired in her brother's room, Belle was glad to be downstairs and around other people. She watched the servants scurry about, and noticed that some guests seemed to be arriving. Sitting in one of the parlors, she waited for her parents to show or for someone to tell her what to do. Until then, she'd just be the good hostess and hope she didn't screw anything up. <br><br>Taking a deep breath, she couldn't help but think about what Andrew had said.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 23:33:01</strong>
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				Name: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Location: Downstairs<br>With: Anyone<br><br>Having talked to his sister and satisfied with his appearance, Andrew left his rooms behind and headed downstairs. He saw Belle, but decided that it was better to let her be for now, after all she had things to think about and he wasn't going to do anything with so many people around anyway.<br><br>He kept his eyes opened wishing to know who would show this year.
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				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 00:05:45</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Lady Vivienne Greymore<br><strong>Location:</strong> Westinghouse and then arriving at the mansion<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Greymore<br><br>Vivienne couldn't help but smile as her husband's eyes landed on her breasts. She had found that most of the men she'd met, since she'd grown into the woman she is today, gravitated towards them and it didn't bother her very much, in fact, she quite enjoyed that. <br><br>She hadn't heard anything about what these weekends at the Henshaw's entailed, but she was excited about socializing in any form. Vivienne was more informed about the French noble class, but would enjoy getting to know more British people. "I hope we do enjoy ourselves this weekend. I haven't heard much about Lord and Lady Henshaw." She smiled again. She did enjoy her husband's company, but it would be nice to be around other people within their station.<br><br>It wasn't a terribly long trip to the Henshaw estate and her eyes widened a bit, but the smile remained upon her lovely lips. "They have a beautiful estate." Her waist-length hair fell in loose curls and soft waves, she didn't care for wearing her hair up, having always preferred it to be free and down.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 02:00:56</strong>
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				Lady Henshaw<br>In the study, about to greet guests<br>Lord Henshaw<br><br>His kiss made her melt into his arms.&nbsp; He had that effect on her these days.&nbsp; Breaking apart she looked at him, "no, shes still a maiden, but I think that will change this weekend" she told him.&nbsp; <br><br>"Have you any thoughts on that?" Knowing that he had been thinking about using her breaching as entertainment for all to enjoy.<br><br>"She is a beauty my Lord" shaking her head at him, "we have to make hast, guests will be arriving shortly, there will be time to enjoy my fruits later" she told him, moving away, out of his grasp.<br><br>"Have you thought about Chloe? Anything else planned for our would be thief?" she asked, moving towards the door of his study, there were things to do and as much as she would love to be taken over his desk, time was not on their side.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 02:47:46</strong>
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				Lord Darcy Henshaw<br>In study looking over papers<br>With His wife<br><hr><br><em>"Have you any thoughts on that?"</em><br><br><strong>"Perhaps at the auction...She would fetch quite a bit"</strong> He his hand began to roam on his wife.&nbsp; <strong>"Maybe the prize of the hunt..."</strong> His fingers walked along her dress.&nbsp; They wanted to free her body.&nbsp; <strong>"Something special I assure you my love"</strong><br><br>He gave a groan as she pulled away from him.&nbsp; The Lord resisted the urge to pout.&nbsp; This weekend brought the most out of the man.&nbsp; <strong>"Very well My Lady"</strong> He let her slip from his fingers he began to follow her.<br><br><strong>"In deed I have.."</strong> A twist smile came over the man's face.&nbsp; <strong>"She will be made an example of by means in front of everyone."</strong>&nbsp; He reached a piece of fold paper.&nbsp; He unfolded it.&nbsp; <strong>"Public spanking perhaps?&nbsp; or let Moses the mastiff at her?"</strong> He was a beast of a dog and horny as hell.&nbsp; <strong>"What do you think we should do to her?&nbsp; What did we do to that last one...It's been so long."</strong> The couple stopped at the door.&nbsp; He goosed his wife as he reached to open the door..&nbsp; <strong>"Whatever we do it won't be the last."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 02:49:30</strong>
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				Lord Greymore<br>Henshaw Estate<br>with Lady Greymore<br><hr><br>"It is indeed." Greymore said as he smiled at his wife. He was still getting used to the fact that he even had a wife. "I believe this is their summer cottage." He added with a laugh as he watched their coachman jump down and in a moment open the door for them.<br><br>Greymore stepped out first, providing a hand for his Lady. "If you enjoy this weekend my dear, perhaps we will entertain one of our own at some juncture." He wasn't one to entertain, but they did have a grand estate of their own and the beauty of the Henshaw's daughter, preceded her. It wa true that there was an adopted child perhaps more, Greymore never remembered details such as that, but the fair daughter--of to have been married into this family! Lord Greymore wasn't that lucky.
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				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 02:57:55</strong>
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				Lord Arthur Henshaw<br>Study<br>Lord Darcy and Lady Henshaw<br><br>Since there seemed like guests were fashionably late, Arthur decided to pay a visit to his parents, maybe they would need help, or even better they would allow him to join in the planning of the events that would come, while being surprised was delightful, he enjoyed control of things.<br><br>He knocked on the door while silently wondering if he would find them lost in passion even with so much to do.<br><br>Soon after knocking he opened the door.<br><br>"Hope I don't disturb your thought process, but I wanted to know if I could help you in overseeing the last details. Would that be alright?"
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				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 03:30:13</strong>
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				Lady Greymore<br>Henshaw Estate<br>with Lord Greymore<br>___________________________________________________________________________________________<br><br>Vivienne wasn't privy to her husband's thoughts and didn't know if she'd like to be, but hosting a party of their own did sound like fun. She laughed a little when he made the comment about this being their summer cottage. <br><br>She took his hand and stepped down out of the carriage, it was good to be out of the carriage. They had been chauffeured around in one back home, but Vivienne had always liked to walk or ride a horse. She was often berated by her mother about that, apparently it was unladylike. "Hosting one of these of our own sounds like a splendid idea." She was excited and, to be honest, slightly nervous about meeting these people. Vivienne might have been raised in an extravagant lifestyle, but she was still only 19 years old and sometimes made mistakes. <br><br>She kept hold of her husband's hand as they made their way inside of the Henshaw's mansion and let her eyes dart around subtly. Vivienne had heard that Lord and Lady Henshaw's marriage had been an arranged one, too, so maybe she could ask Lady Henshaw about how they made it work because she wasn't terribly confident in her abilities.
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				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 05:15:15</strong>
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				Earl of Surrey<br>Henshaw Estates<br>Alone in carriage.<br><hr><br>As the Earl road in his carriage, he swayed in the back.&nbsp; He did enjoy carriage rides.&nbsp; They were soothing in a way.&nbsp; He enjoyed getting out of the house.&nbsp; Most days it was work work work.&nbsp; He had a responsibility to Surrey and to its people but most importantly was his own happiness.&nbsp; The man enjoyed reading.&nbsp; As the carriage went along the Earl read his book by candle light.<br><br>This was the fouth time the Earl had accepted his invitation to the Henshaw's home.&nbsp; The first time he was unable to attend, at least that's what he told them.&nbsp; In truth the Earl was intimidated by Lord Henshaw.&nbsp; The man knew how to make the submissive Earl crumble before the Lord.&nbsp; The first time, The Earl wasn't sure if he should have gone.&nbsp; He didn't know what the Henshaw's angle was at the time.&nbsp; With all their dealings, The Earl has become accustomed to Lord Henshaw's way.&nbsp; Every now and then Henshaw still presses the Earl into what Henshaw wants.&nbsp; <br><br>The carriage pulled up to the Henshaw's estate.&nbsp; He closed his book and blew out his candle.&nbsp; The home was becoming of the Henshaw.&nbsp; The carriage stopped.&nbsp; A moment later his door was held open.&nbsp; The Earl proceed to get out of his carriage.&nbsp; His luggage was pulled off the back.&nbsp; The man carrying the luggage followed behind the Earl.&nbsp; The Earl made his way inside. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 10:04:03</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Willow<br>Her bedroom<br>Anyone</strong><br><hr>Willow knew a bit party was going to be underway soon. However, that didn't stop her from sleeping in. She wasn't nervous, like everyone else was. This was a time for her to have fun.<br><br>She got out of bed and took her time getting dressed (http://www.partycloz.com/dress_pix/DSC04030b.jpg). If there was anything she was known for, it was obviously not her subtlety. Willow enjoyed making heads turn, and knew she would be hard to miss in such a dress.<br><br>Willow moved to her jewelry box and picked out a pair of earrings with a matching necklace (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_au0Jx2TDxOI/STbu227aDmI/AAAAAAAAAQY/_vaO8Iu-kb4/s400/TGC026.JPG), and a beautiful jewel encrusted gold bracelet (http://gorgeousandfun.typepad.com/.a/6a010534ce4be0970b010535b9740e970c-800wi) adorned on her slender wrist. Now, all she needed were the right shoes... Something that would give her a bit of height.<br><br>A simple white high heeled (http://www.burlesquebaby.com.au/images/vanity431.jpg) pair of shoes would do. She slipped them on, and went to her vanity mirror. She sat down and applied just a bit of makeup, and fixed her long hair into loose curls (http://www.ehairexperts.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/wpid-curly-hair.jpg). Last, but not least, Willow placed a tiara (http://www.dresseslady.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/blue-color-embellishment.jpg) a top her head. She may have been an adopted daughter, but she was still part of the royal family nonetheless. And she wanted <em>everyone</em> to know it.<br><br>Satisfied with how she looked, Willow headed downstairs to greet the guests.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 14:25:41</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151608.msg6905754#msg6905754">Quote from: PigPin on 11-09-2012, 02:47:46</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Lord Darcy Henshaw<br>In study looking over papers<br>With His wife<br><hr><br><em>"Have you any thoughts on that?"</em><br><br><strong>"Perhaps at the auction...She would fetch quite a bit"</strong> He his hand began to roam on his wife.&nbsp; <strong>"Maybe the prize of the hunt..."</strong> His fingers walked along her dress.&nbsp; They wanted to free her body.&nbsp; <strong>"Something special I assure you my love"</strong><br><br>He gave a groan as she pulled away from him.&nbsp; The Lord resisted the urge to pout.&nbsp; This weekend brought the most out of the man.&nbsp; <strong>"Very well My Lady"</strong> He let her slip from his fingers he began to follow her.<br><br><strong>"In deed I have.."</strong> A twist smile came over the man's face.&nbsp; <strong>"She will be made an example of by means in front of everyone."</strong>&nbsp; He reached a piece of fold paper.&nbsp; He unfolded it.&nbsp; <strong>"Public spanking perhaps?&nbsp; or let Moses the mastiff at her?"</strong> He was a beast of a dog and horny as hell.&nbsp; <strong>"What do you think we should do to her?&nbsp; What did we do to that last one...It's been so long."</strong> The couple stopped at the door.&nbsp; He goosed his wife as he reached to open the door..&nbsp; <strong>"Whatever we do it won't be the last."</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong><em>Lady Henshaw with Lord Henshaw</em></strong><br><br>"I think Auctioning Belle is a very good idea. of course it should also be something we all can watch, I do love to see a good defrocking so to speak" she said, smirking at her husband.<br><br>She loved teasing him, he was always so much more...attentive when he was uncomfortably hard.&nbsp; <br><br>"I think a public spanking.&nbsp; We have the stocks in the stable yard.&nbsp; Or there are the ones in the dungeon, we could lock her in those and allow everyone to enjoy her body, whether spanking, having sex or some other thing."&nbsp; She suggested.&nbsp; "I think Baldimore should be allowed to take her first, he would enjoy such a spectacle." She chuckled, thinking of their youngest son.<br><br>"We should go my love, I think I hear the sound of hooves on the gravel drive." She told him, tilting her head as she listened.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151608.msg6905799#msg6905799">Quote from: Prince Truhan on 11-09-2012, 02:57:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Lord Arthur Henshaw<br>Study<br>Lord Darcy and Lady Henshaw<br><br>Since there seemed like guests were fashionably late, Arthur decided to pay a visit to his parents, maybe they would need help, or even better they would allow him to join in the planning of the events that would come, while being surprised was delightful, he enjoyed control of things.<br><br>He knocked on the door while silently wondering if he would find them lost in passion even with so much to do.<br><br>Soon after knocking he opened the door.<br><br>"Hope I don't disturb your thought process, but I wanted to know if I could help you in overseeing the last details. Would that be alright?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Constance smiled at her oldest son, reaching to adjust his necktie.&nbsp; "You look dashing Andrew" she said to him, "We're just about to head down to greet the guests" she told him, "can you go and see which maid is meant to be on duty with us.&nbsp; I do not want tardy behaviour this weekend." She said sternly, thinking about the entertainments they might put on for their guests.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 15:34:23</strong>
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				Lord Darcy Henshaw<br>In study looking over papers<br>With His wife then son<br><hr><br><strong>"A novel idea he will certainly enjoy himself"</strong> The Lord placed his hand in the small of his wife's back.&nbsp; <strong>"We'll arrange it after dinner this evening. She'll already be dressed for it"</strong> He free hand stopped when the door opened in front of him.&nbsp; A dashing young man appeared before him.&nbsp; <strong>"You weren't son.."</strong> The Lady started to adjust the boy's tie.&nbsp; The Lord's hand remained on the woman's back as she spoke.&nbsp; <strong>"Your mother is right, Tardiness will not be tolerated..."</strong> The Lord's hand came off the woman.&nbsp; <strong>"They may end up getting a public spanking"</strong> His came back to the woman landing on her rump.&nbsp; The layers of clothing cushioning the smack.&nbsp; It was the weekend of all weekend, The Lord saw no need to hold back.&nbsp; <br><br>The Lord shuffled by his wife and eldest child.&nbsp; He stepped into the passage way looking right down towards the main stairs.&nbsp; He caught a glimpse of a pink dressed woman.&nbsp; It was adopted daughter.&nbsp; Though she wasn't blood, Lord Darcy cared for her just the same.&nbsp; She was a fine young woman, very proper.&nbsp; She seemed to always have a spring in her step.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 16:55:27</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151608.msg6908405#msg6908405">Quote from: kaz on 11-09-2012, 14:25:41</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Constance smiled at her oldest son, reaching to adjust his necktie.&nbsp; "You look dashing Andrew" she said to him, "We're just about to head down to greet the guests" she told him, "can you go and see which maid is meant to be on duty with us.&nbsp; I do not want tardy behaviour this weekend." She said sternly, thinking about the entertainments they might put on for their guests.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Thank you mother, you look stunning yourself" As she adjusted his necktie he reached and caressed her arm softly. His attraction, to the members of his family wasn't limited to Belle, she just always had a way of completely drawing his attention.<br><br>"I'll see to that, I hope I'll be able to see more of you this weekend"<br><br>He bowed his head. "I'll see that the maid is spanked... or on time if it can't be helped." With that he retreated.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 18:15:59</strong>
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				Lord Darcy Henshaw<br>In study looking over papers<br>With His wife and eldest son<br><hr><br>The Lord turned back to his wife and child.&nbsp; <strong>"Very Good"</strong> The Lord gave his son a nod of his head.&nbsp; He watched his son walk down the hall to the servants' area.&nbsp; <strong>"A fine man we brought up my dear."</strong> The Lord gave The Lady smile.&nbsp; &nbsp;He gave the woman another kiss.&nbsp; <strong>"Well my dear, I must see to the up stairs.&nbsp; Can't have our guest in squalor"</strong> He planted one more kiss on her cheek.&nbsp; <strong>"I will be down momentarily."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 23:50:36</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> 'Lord' Baldimere Henshaw<br><strong>Location:</strong> Wandering the Halls<br><strong>With:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Baldimere had woken straight to awareness, with no groggy feelings encumbering his thoughts. Today was going to be a very special day, he knew. The house was going to have 'guests' from all parts and of all standings and ages. There would be festivities and games. And there would be lots and lots of fucking. It was this latter part that had Baldimere the most excited. Drinking wine and getting drunk was one thing, but he loved penetrating the depths of a woman even more. Every pussy was a new experience for him. Every woman had a different key that unlocked her inner being. Age was of no matter to him either - young or old, both held mysteries to unlock and pleasures to experience. <br><br>He was excited to see what females would arrive today and which would be willing to play. He always enjoyed pushing boundaries or doing the taboo. He didn't mind an audience either - he had always enjoyed watching the reactions of others. So Baldimere had bathed and dressed for the occasion before heading off - rather aimlessly in fact - through the house, wondering who he would run into first. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>DS2K</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 03:44:21</strong>
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				<em>Robert Smith <br>At the front door<br>escorting Lady Abigail Roberts as the other arrivals nearby</em><br><hr>Robert was about the answer the lady question, when he saw her eyes wander as they entered the room.&nbsp; He to took a moment to have quick look around the the larger interior, and the other people in the room as he lead Abigail over to Mr and Mrs Henshaw.&nbsp; Upon reach the couple (and wait to make sure they not addressing one else) he bows, "<strong>A pleasure to final meet you Mr and Mrs Henshaw, Robert Smith, and may I introduce miss.</strong>.", he stop and look to Abigail, "<strong>You never did give me you name</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 15:53:06</strong>
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				Lord Darcy Henshaw<br>Second Floor giving a quick once over<br>Alone - OPEN<br><hr><br>Lord Henshaw walked the second floor, opening doors.&nbsp; With each door he opened, the man looked for obvious laziness.&nbsp; Was the beds made, any signs of dust, fresh flowers in the vases, The man would have dug deeper but guest were arriving.&nbsp; As he progressed, Lord Henshaw was so far pleased.&nbsp; He was not going to tolerate laziness, but the guest would need entertainment.&nbsp; The man and woman of his staff were the pawns in his games; they should be because he pays them good money.&nbsp; The two expectation were the butler and the housekeeper.&nbsp; They were the senior members of staff.&nbsp; Lord Henshaw held both of them in high esteem.&nbsp; It was a rare day if either or both let something slip through the cracks.&nbsp; <br><br>His quick inspection was turning up nothing.&nbsp; All that he saw was neat.&nbsp; Things were not a mess.&nbsp; He was pleased for now.&nbsp; The man closed his final door and started down the stairs.&nbsp; He adjusted his jacket.&nbsp; It was time to greet the guests.&nbsp; It was time to start the weekend.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 16:25:43</strong>
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				Who: Belle<br>Where: First Floor<br>With: Lord Darcy Henshaw &amp; Anyone<br>When: Day 1<br>What: Greeting guests. <br><hr><br>Belle had remained in the library for a while, thinking over what Andrew had told her. It should make her angry, but she found herself growing moist between her legs. Her parents had always sent her away to a relative during these weekends, and she was beginning to wonder what exactly they entailed. She was smart, but naive. <br><br>Walking toward the front, she saw some unfamiliar guests arriving and took her place by her father's side. She smiled at them and her blue eyes made contact with theirs. She waited for her father to introduce her as she leaned affectionately into his side. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 16:43:31</strong>
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				Who: Lord Darcy Henshaw<br>Where: First Floor<br>With: Belle, OPEN<br>When: Day 1<br>What: Greeting Guests<br><hr><br>Belle had joined Lord Henshaw to greet guests.&nbsp; <strong>"My sweet daughter, how are you feeling....nervous?"</strong>&nbsp; He stretched out his hand for her to take it.&nbsp; His sweet sweet belle looked divine.&nbsp; <strong>"You look divine.&nbsp; You certainly will catch a few eyes."</strong> He escorted her towards the on coming guests.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 17:00:43</strong>
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				Who: Belle<br>Where: First Floor<br>With: Lord Darcy Henshaw, OPEN<br>When: Day 1<br>What: Greeting guests. <br><hr><br>Belle smiled up at her father and blushed. <br><br>"Thank you, father."<br><br>As she waited for the guests to move forward, she seemed to almost hold onto her father...as if he could protect her from all the uncertainty in her mind. He was an attractive man, but she'd never thought of him that way. After Andrew, though, she was looking at the men in her family a bit different. <br><br>She looked around and wondered where Willow was. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 20:15:01</strong>
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				Who: Lord Darcy Henshaw<br>Where: First Floor<br>With: Belle, OPEN<br>When: Day 1<br>What: Greeting Guests<br><hr><br>The man glanced around.&nbsp; <strong>"Now my dear, you will be a good girl this weekend...</strong> He shifted his gaze back to his daughter.&nbsp; Her hand on his arm.&nbsp; <strong>"Yes...I don't want to regret having you stay."</strong> His words were hushed.&nbsp; His other hand came up and patted the young hand.&nbsp; <strong>"I expect you to be very hospitable to my guest."</strong> He offered his daughter a soft smile.&nbsp; <strong>"I know you'll do your father proud."</strong> His hand came from atop of Belle's.&nbsp; <strong>"Shall we see who has arrived."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 20:22:51</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> First Floor<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Darcy Henshaw, OPEN<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Greeting guests. <br><hr><br>She frowned. That was an odd way to phrase things. <em>You will be a good girl this weekend...regret having you stay...very hospitable to my guests...</em> She'd never heard him talk that way, and she wasn't sure what to make of it. She knew that these weekends had more...unorthodox...pursuits, but she didn't know the details, and now her heart raced. What had she gotten herself into? Swallowing, she smiled uneasily at him, but as they walked toward where the guests were coming in, she whispered quietly.<br><br>"Hospitable? What do you mean? Father...what exactly will be expected of me this weekend?"
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				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 20:41:55</strong>
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				Who: Lord Darcy Henshaw<br>Where: First Floor<br>With: Belle, OPEN<br>When: Day 1<br>What: Greeting Guests<br><hr><br>Lord Darcy leaned towards his daughter.&nbsp; He gave her a small kiss on the cheek.&nbsp; <strong>"My dear Belle..."</strong> He searched for the words.&nbsp; She was his eldest daughter.&nbsp; His eldest biological daughter.&nbsp; She was certainly special to the man.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm certain your brothers have told you what happens at these."</strong> Lord Darcy stood up straight as he looked towards Belle.
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 20:53:59</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> First Floor<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Darcy Henshaw, OPEN<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Greeting guests. <br><hr><br>She blushed and swallowed again...not sure how to answer.<br><br>"Andrew mentioned something...troublesome. I mean, I know that these weekends can get rather intimate. I just...I would not know how to even begin."<br><br>She wasn't completely opposed to the idea. If she was honest, it was a bit exciting, but she hadn't actually thought about the fact that she might lose her virginity this weekend. It was a bit overwhelming.
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				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 21:08:54</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Willow<br>Main Entrance Hall<br>Anyone</strong><br><hr>Willow looked around and saw her father talking to her sister. She knew what her parents had planned for her, and she sighed. She always knew Belle was somewhat favored over her. After all, she <em>was</em> their biological daughter. Willow always shrugged it off. But deep down, it did bother her.<br><br>Sighing again, she pushed her thoughts aside and walked down the stairs. Her heels clicked on the marble as she descended. Her curls bounced with each step. She put on a smile and waved to the guests. <em>If my appearance doesn't catch their attention, nothing will.</em> She chuckled to herself.
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				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 21:32:00</strong>
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				Who: Lord Darcy Henshaw<br>Where: First Floor<br>With: Belle, OPEN<br>When: Day 1<br>What: Greeting Guests<br><hr><br>He smiled when she blushed.&nbsp; His hand came up comfort Belle.&nbsp; <strong>"My dear..."</strong> His hand patted her.&nbsp; <strong>"You start by being friendly to our guest.&nbsp; Speak with them.&nbsp; Let them get to know you."</strong> He looked into her eyes.&nbsp; <strong>"As you open up to them, you will know what to do...Mind you, you can do what you want with them as well."</strong> His hand came up to embrace her cheek.&nbsp; <strong>"All I ask is that you be open to all that you see, hear, and do this weekend."</strong> His powerful brown eyes commanded his daughter.<br><br>In the background Lord Darcy noticed his other daughter.&nbsp; She was quite lovely in her pink dress.&nbsp; To Lord Darcy, Willow was loved equally but held his Belle just a step above.&nbsp; He cared for both his daughters.&nbsp; Tonight it appeared she wanted the world to know she was a Henshaw.
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 22:10:14</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Lady Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Entrance Hall<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Smith and Lady Roberts<br><strong>When:</strong> Evening day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Watching the arrivals and her family.<br><br>Lady Henshaw stood in the entrance hall welcoming their weekend guests.&nbsp; She was not happy that the maid who was to offer a welcoming toddy was late.&nbsp; She would have to have words with Mrs Marsters, this was not the way to begin their weekend.&nbsp; She hoped that dinner would be served on time and correctly.<br><br>Smiling at Lady Roberts as she was escorted by Lord Smith, "Abigail, Robert, you both look stunning" she welcomed them, glancing towards were the maid should be, "I apologize for the tardiness of the maids, I would ask you to join me in administering some punishment later?" she invited them, feeling most aggrieved at Alice's behaviour.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 22:31:19</strong>
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				<strong>Lord Baldimere<br>Entrance Hall<br>Willow and Open</strong><br><br><hr><br>Baldimere sauntered down the steps and into the main entrance as the first of the guests arrived. His smile broadened at seeing his sister Willow in a pink dress that was obviously designed to draw attention to herself. He stepped up beside her and placed a hand on the small of her back, letting her know that he had noticed her. His eyes quickly spotted his father and other sister, Belle, also greeting the guests.<br><br>"I imagine this weekend will be full of fun and surprises." He says to Willow, letting his fingertips brush lightly over the beginnings of her rump. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 23:16:35</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Willow<br>Main Entrance Hall<br>Baldimere, Anyone</strong><br><hr>"What makes you say that?" Willow turned to him with a smile and a giggle escaped her lips. She pretended not to notice his hand and where he placed it. It was all fun and games for her.<br><br>"Do I look alright?" She asked, casually tossing her curls behind her shoulders and making sure her tiara was on straight. She smiled at him and smoothed out her dress.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 23:28:49</strong>
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				<strong>Lord Baldimere<br>Main Entrance Hall<br>Willow, Anyone</strong><br><br><hr><br>Baldimere used the opportunity to look down Willows top as she adjusted her dress. The thought of having sex with her - and with Belle - had certainly crossed his mind in the past. Of course, how did you bring up such a subject with some one you had grown up with your whole life? Of course, Willow wasn't exactly blood related to him, so that should make things easier. He was expected to marry a cousin, of course - one step closer to home couldn't hurt if it was meant just in fun?<br><br>"Oh, I am sure you have heard all the stories of what these weekends are like." He responds, letting his hand settle a little lower on the small of her back, fingers distinctively resting against the curve of her ass now, hidden from view by the frills on her dress. "You look wonderful." He quickly adds.<br><br>Unbidden, the thought of her still wearing her dress as she bounced up and down on him while he lay on his back popped into his mind. The bright pink of her dress certainly would draw attention and his perverted thoughts quickly added a few guests standing around, watching the Pink Princess riding him. He shook his head quickly to clear it of such thoughts. 
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				Post by: <strong>luphawk</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 00:05:11</strong>
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				Lord Richard Fowler<br>Front entrance<br>Anyone/open<br>Arriving<br><br>Lord Fowler was excited and a bit nervous as he rode his stallion up the drive of the Henshaw estate.&nbsp; He enjoyed the Henshaw’s parties immensely but this was the first he had attended as a single man.&nbsp; His late wife had been the driving force of there fun at previous parties and he honestly wasn’t sure if he needed her push to do the sorts of things they got up to at them or if she had been holding him back.<br><br>Riding up to the house he dismounted and handed the rains to a waiting footmen before getting in line to be greeted by the lord and lady of the house.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 00:10:41</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151608.msg6906011#msg6906011">Quote from: GaGa88 on 11-09-2012, 03:30:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Lady Greymore<br>Henshaw Estate<br>with Lord Greymore<br>___________________________________________________________________________________________<br><br>Vivienne wasn't privy to her husband's thoughts and didn't know if she'd like to be, but hosting a party of their own did sound like fun. She laughed a little when he made the comment about this being their summer cottage. <br><br>She took his hand and stepped down out of the carriage, it was good to be out of the carriage. They had been chauffeured around in one back home, but Vivienne had always liked to walk or ride a horse. She was often berated by her mother about that, apparently it was unladylike. "Hosting one of these of our own sounds like a splendid idea." She was excited and, to be honest, slightly nervous about meeting these people. Vivienne might have been raised in an extravagant lifestyle, but she was still only 19 years old and sometimes made mistakes. <br><br>She kept hold of her husband's hand as they made their way inside of the Henshaw's mansion and let her eyes dart around subtly. Vivienne had heard that Lord and Lady Henshaw's marriage had been an arranged one, too, so maybe she could ask Lady Henshaw about how they made it work because she wasn't terribly confident in her abilities.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Lord Greymore<br>Henshaw Estate<br>With Lady Greymore and Elizabeth Greymore and others<br><hr><br>Greymore watched as his wife's eyes darted around the opulence of the room. He had to admit that they Henshaw's had exquisite tastes. "It's quite lovely, isn't it my dear?" He said lightly as the couple before them were greeted.<br><br>"You know Elizabeth." He said just as softly finely seeming to even notice his dear sister. She had remained so quiet the trip over, that one would barely know she was even there. "I do believe that Mother and Father met at a function much like this one--I never understood what she meant, as I was much younger than I am now, but I remember her speaking to Aunt Victoria about how Father stuck it to her good and numerous times." He thought reflectively as his eyes fell to the daughters of the Henshaw's, each lovely in their own rights, though the fire-haired one struck his fancy so fast he almost forgot he was married and was to be a gentleman. Clearly his father's name and memory would dictate that he mustn't be his normal flirtatious self.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 00:29:16</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Willow<br>Main Entrance Hall<br>Baldimere, Anyone</strong><br><hr>Willow smiled, happy that someone took notice of the time she put into looking her best. "Thank you." She kissed him on the cheek, an innocent gesture.<br><br>Looking around, she noticed more guests had arrived. And she also felt Baldimere's hands cupping her rear. She cleared her throat to get his attention before she spoke to him. "Shall we go introduce ourselves to our guests? Wouldn't want to keep them waiting..." She winked at him and smiled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 00:34:45</strong>
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				<strong>Lord Baldimere<br>Main Entrance Hall<br>Willow, Anyone</strong><br><br><hr><br>Baldimere enjoyed the soft feel of her lips as she kissed him softly on the cheek in a sign of her appreciation towards his compliment of her. He wondered what her lips would feel like pressed against his as their tongues danced together.<br><br>He looked from Willow to the arriving guests as she spoke. She didn't move away from his hand though so he boldly let it trail lower, until it was entirely pressing over her rear. He then pressed his hand against her more firmly, feeling the curve of each of her butt cheeks through the dress. He was certainly letting her know he was feeling a bit frisky today. "I should imagine Mother and Father should greet them first. They will make their way down the line, I am sure. Speaking of Family...where do you think our eldest brother may be?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 00:49:54</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Willow<br>Main Entrance Hall<br>Baldimere, Anyone</strong><br><hr>Willow glanced around, but didn't see Andrew. "I do not know." She replied. <em>Probably having some "alone time"...</em> She mused. Willow kept a laugh from escaping as she had the thought.<br><br>"Down the line? Ah. Saving the best for last, I see." Willow said, obviously referring to herself. "Not to sound conceited or anything..." She winked at Baldimere and chuckled. His hand was firmly gripping her rear, however, she didn't mind at the time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 01:07:46</strong>
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				<strong>Lord Baldimere<br>Main Entrance Hall<br>Willow, Anyone</strong><br><br><hr><br>Baldimeres hand was now squeezing his sisters ass as they continued to talk. Both seemed to be pretending that his hand wasn't where it actually was. So he moved things forward once more, sliding his hand down a little more so that it followed the curve of her ass down between her legs. His finger tips pressed her dress between her legs, possibly brushing them over her netherlips lightly.<br><br>"Its only fair to save the best for last." He responds. "It gives them something to look forward too. If the best were first, the rest would simply be glanced over, leaving the guests with a sense of longing for that which they have already seen."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 02:32:05</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Lady Louise Windsor<br><strong>Where:</strong> Arriving at the Henshaws<br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i227.photobucket.com/albums/dd302/kazjack2/LadyLouise.jpg)</div> The carriage was pulled by a matched team of two beautifully groomed white horses.&nbsp; They trotted with their heads held high as the groom holding the reins slowed them.<br><br>Pulling up outside the house the carriage came to a stop.&nbsp; The horses pawed at the gravel as the groom jumped down, opening the door for the Lady within.&nbsp; A footman from the House of Henshaw appeared to take her luggage.&nbsp; The Lady that emerged was dressed head to toe in bright scarlet.&nbsp; Her blond hair tumbled in ringlets around her shoulders, a little red hat perched on top.<br><br>"Thank you Jarvis, I will see you Monday, make sure Monty and Donny get their apples" she said, walking to the front and making a fuss of the two horses.&nbsp; They both nickered at her as she petted them, finding a treat in her over jacket pocket.<br><br>"Yes M'lady" the man said, as he hopped back up to his seat.&nbsp; Once she was on her way inside he twitched the reins and the horses and carriage moved off.&nbsp; Lady Louise Windsor watched them go then turned and looked at the house before her.<br><br>It was not as opulent as some she had seen, but the Henshaw's were friends of her Fathers and she did so enjoy a party.&nbsp; She would see if there was anyone worth teasing here, she had not had a good tease for a long time.&nbsp; Not since Lord Lowrey had lost control and made a mess in his jodhpurs in the stables at the Palace.&nbsp; She had been banned from the Royal Houses, but she did not care, there was plenty of other sport.<br><br>Looking down her jacket she smirked, if they could see underneath they would be surprised, for this Lady was a naughty Lady.&nbsp; Beneath the gown and jacket she was as naked as the day she was born...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 02:35:33</strong>
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				Lord Arthur Henshaw<br>Main Entrance Hall<br>Baldimere, Willow<br><br>"Did either f you mentioned me? I felt a buzz in my left ear"<br><br>Having dealt with Alice, Andrew made his way to where he was supposed to be greeting guest, most were busy with his parents. He had felt a pang of jealousy when he saw Belle at his father's side, but left it at that and went to his brother and sister, he noticed the way Baldimere's hand was, so he infered what was going on, so he stood on front of them, not wishing them to stop on his account, usually the brothers helped each other in their pursuits.<br><br>"You look delightful in that dress Willow, I'm sure everyone is having a hard time keeping their hands off of you"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 02:57:38</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Earl of Surrey<br><strong>Where:</strong> Outside<br><strong>With:</strong> OPEN<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Arriving <br><hr><br>The Earl waited his turn to enter the home of the Henshaw.&nbsp; He peered behind him.&nbsp; The woman just arriving looked quite familiar.&nbsp; <strong>"Louise?"</strong> The man said to himself.&nbsp; It was her.&nbsp; <strong>"Lady Windsor."</strong> The man called again as he approached her.&nbsp; <strong>"Well this is a surprise, what brings you to the Henshaws?"</strong> It had been a long time since he'd seen her.&nbsp; She had grown quite nicely, very beautiful.&nbsp; He took the woman in fully as the Earl continued to walk up to her. <strong>"It's me Arthur Merryweather the Earl of Surrey"</strong> His tone was that of a distant relative only seen on special occasions.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 03:07:29</strong>
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				<strong>Lady Willow<br>Main Entrance Hall<br>Baldimere, Andrew, Anyone</strong><br><hr>Willow was about to respond when Andrew appeared. She smiled at his statement. "You know how I love to make a statement." She smiled at him. "Although, it's strictly a "look, not touch" affair." As she spoke, she grabbed Baldimere's hand and pulled it away from her more sensitive area.<br><br>A playful smirk appeared on her face as she looked at both of them. A wink followed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 03:08:16</strong>
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				Who: Lady Lousie Windsor<br>Where: Outside<br>With: The Earl of Surrey<br>When: Day 1<br>What: Arriving <br><br>Louise frowned as her name was called.&nbsp; She turned, looking around and saw someone she had not seen in a long time.&nbsp; "Arthur" she exclaimed, "how very nice to see you." She said, holding out her hand for him to kiss.<br><br>"Papa suggested I came, he spoke to the Lord Henshaw.&nbsp; I do hope it is not going to be a deary weekend, I could have been in London enjoying time with Monty." She gushed, laying it on thick, "do you know Monty, I mean Admiral Montgomery, the Duke of Gloucester" she exclaimed, giving another annoying little giggle.<br><br>"I do so wish I could have been there, but Papa insisted, so here I am" she said, remembering Arthur now, he had always been a frightful bore....<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 03:17:45</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Earl of Surrey<br><strong>Where:</strong> Outside<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Windsor<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Arriving <br><hr><br>The Earl took up the woman's hand.&nbsp; His lips pressed into the back of her hand.&nbsp; <strong>"And you Louise."</strong> He brought his head up as he continue to hold her hand.&nbsp; The man gave the woman a soft smile as she spoke.&nbsp; <strong>"I remember him quiet well"</strong> The same old Louise was in front of him, pom and frills.&nbsp; The Earl groaned internally.<br><br><strong>"You've never been to a weekend gathering here before?"</strong> His lips moved into a sly grin.&nbsp; This was going to be an interesting weekend indeed for the Earl.&nbsp; <strong>"This weekend will put London to shame."</strong> The man started to escort the woman into the house.&nbsp; He would make sure this would be a weekend to remember.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 03:44:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa266/afi_hottie/tumblr_liy3oiByLR1qia300o1_500_large.jpg)</div><strong>Lady Miku<br>Main Entrance Hall<br>Anyone</strong><br><hr>Miku had arrived by herself. She wasn't expecting anyone else from her family to be here. Except the Henshaw's of course. She stepped out of her horse-drawn carriage and made her way up the stairs to the entrance.<br><br>When she walked in, she saw that there were already quite a few guests. Everyone seemed to be conversing among themselves, and she didn't want to interrupt anyone. Miku was always very timid. This was no exception. None of the faces looked familiar to her, but she did spot Willow, Baldimere and Andrew on the stairs. She gave them a wave and a smile.<br><br>Miku wondered if she had overdressed for the occasion... She was wearing a blue and black satin gown (http://i01.i.aliimg.com/img/pb/548/241/270/1286594891595_hz-myalibaba-web-temp1_1793.jpg) with her mother's blue earrings (http://www.hiwtc.com/photo/products/36/06/44/64478.jpg) and plain black lace up heels (http://www.motorcityshoes.com/images/P/FUNTASMA-VIC120-B-PU.jpg). However, when she looked at Willow again, she figured she would be alright.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 03:47:37</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Elizabeth Greymore<br><strong>Where:<strong> Entrance hall at the Henshaws'<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Greymore, Vivienne, everyone else present<br><br>Elizabeth had sensed her brother's bad mood as soon as he'd come from the house, so she'd tried not to draw attention to herself during the carriage ride over.&nbsp; She'd found when he was irritable it was best to keep quiet and stay out of his way.&nbsp; His mood seemed to have improved as they'd driven, though, and now she was relieved to see he was past his earlier irritation.<br><br><br>"Maybe Father was fond of playing jokes when he was younger?" she suggested in reply to his comment concerning how their parents had met.&nbsp; "That doesn't sound like Father, but one can change temperaments, I suppose."&nbsp; She liked it when he gave tidbits such as these about their mother, since she herself had never known her.&nbsp; His stories made her feel like her mother had been a real person, rather than simply the means to her existence.&nbsp; She waited patiently in the line of guests, content to study the surroundings and converse with her brother or Vivienne until it was their turn to be formally greeted by their hosts.</strong></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>luphawk</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 05:01:50</strong>
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				Lord Richard Fowler<br>Front entrance<br>Lady Miku/open<br>Arriving<br><br>As he waited to be greeted by the hosts Richard looked around at the other who had arrived.&nbsp; His eyes fell on a young lady with unmistakably different features from the others in attendance and thou he had met her only once many years ago her heritage told him who she was.&nbsp; As he walked over he noticed ho shy the girl seamed.<br><br>“Miku?” he asked as he approached her “you probably don’t remember me, you were only a child when I last saw you.” he bowed as he introduced himself “lord Richard Fowler.&nbsp; I’m an old friend and business associate of your uncle.” he smiled.&nbsp; “I saw you over hear looking a bit lonely and I thought I would come say hello.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 05:06:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa266/afi_hottie/tumblr_liy3oiByLR1qia300o1_500_large.jpg)</div><strong>Lady Miku<br>Main Entrance Hall<br>Richard, Anyone</strong><br><hr>Miku looked towards a man who began walking her way. She had the butterflies in her stomach feeling. He knew her name. He said they had met before, but Miku was a young girl. She didn't remember him, but held her hand out for him.<br><br>"I'm sorry. I don't remember..." She admitted, looking down. "But it's nice to see you...again?" She let out a little laugh. Her smile was bright as she brought her head back up from the floor.
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 05:12:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pics.livejournal.com/tripseasily/pic/00128780)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Front Foyer<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Darcy Henshaw, everyone else present.<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Greeting<br><hr><br>"Alright, Father. I will try. I'm just not sure I realized just how much these weekends involved."<br><br>She smiled nervously and took a deep breath.<br><br>Belle saw her sister and cousin come in, as well as her brothers. She gave them all smiles, although she blushed as she looked at Andrew. When the guests began arriving, she curtsied and gave hugs to the women...and allowed the men to kiss her hand. She remained by her parents, and was gracious to each and every one.<br><br>Her sister and cousin were both beautiful and exotic. This was something that Belle was often jealous of. Belle was the quintessential classic beauty. Pale skin...feminine curves...large blue eyes...a small rosebud mouth...red titian curls. She looked like she came out of a painting, which often made her feel less attractive than the others. She had an ethereal look to her, while Willow and Miku were beautiful and fragile.<br><br>Either way, she loved them dearly, and she hoped to spend more time with them later...after greeting the guests.
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				Post by: <strong>luphawk</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 05:18:07</strong>
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				Lord Richard Fowler<br>Front entrance<br>Lady Miku/open<br>Arriving<br><br>“quite alright.” he smiled back at the girl “I believe we only met once some years ago and to be fair your beautiful features stand out far more then mine in this setting.” he chuckled a bit.<br><br>His eyes looked the girl up and down quickly “I haven’t been to one of these in a few years now, I wasn’t aware you had begun attending.” he said, wondering if this was her first time and weather or not she knew the true nature of the event.
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 05:21:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.hollow-art.com/files/bases/20120212/ha_ahs_ab033.png)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Front Foyer<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord and Lady Hershaw...everyone present.<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Greeting<br><hr><br>Alice hurried from the servants' wing, where Andrew had made her quite late and rushed directly to Lord and Lady Henshaw. She curtsied and looked incredibly apologetic.<br><br>"Sir...Ma'am. I am so sorry for my lateness. I understand and accept any punishment, and it won't happen again."<br><br>She looked up with a flushed face and then gave apologetic smiles to the guests.
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				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 05:25:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa266/afi_hottie/tumblr_liy3oiByLR1qia300o1_500_large.jpg)</div><strong>Lady Miku<br>Main Entrance Hall<br>Richard, Anyone</strong><br><hr>Miku smiled. "Well I just turned 18 not long ago. My parents always said these events were more geared towards adults, so I was never allowed." She replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. That was pretty much all she knew about events, although "adults only" gave her some indication of what would be going on...
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				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 05:31:42</strong>
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				Who: Lord Darcy Henshaw<br>Where: First Floor<br>With: Belle, Lady H and The Greymores gesturing to the Children, OPEN<br>When: Day 1<br>What: Greeting Guests<br><hr><br><strong>"You will my sweet daughter."</strong> His hand came from Belle's cheek.&nbsp; They closed in on the guests who were already coming in from outside.&nbsp; He glanced over his shoulder.&nbsp; <strong>"Children please come meet our guest"</strong> The Lord beckoned for his children.&nbsp; He walked with Belle up to the Lady Henshaw.&nbsp; <strong>"Pardon my absences, I had to inspect the rooms...."</strong> He positioned Belle by her mother, in between himself and the Lady.&nbsp; The Lord's hands left Belle and clutched his jacket.&nbsp; <strong>"Lord Robert Smith thank you for attending this weekend.&nbsp; It will be unforgettable.&nbsp; You may head up to a room or down to the Library before dinner."</strong> He shook the mans hand before turning to his next guests. <strong>"Lord and Lady Greymore, pleasure, glad you made it..</strong> He bowed his head to Lord Greymore and kissed Lady Greymore's hand then turn to the sister.&nbsp; <strong>"And Lady Greymore....welcome as well, we are pleased you all came."</strong> He took up the woman's hand before him kissing it as well.
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				Post by: <strong>luphawk</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 05:38:32</strong>
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				Lord Richard Fowler<br>Front entrance<br>Lady Miku/open<br>Arriving<br><br>“so this is your first time at one of your uncle’s parties.” his smile broadened a bit as he wondered if there would be other firsts for her this weekend “my late wife and I always looked forward to these weekends.&nbsp; I’m sure you’ll have a magnificent time.” he kept his mile from turning into a grin as he thought of ravishing this young girl and how wonderful it would be if he was her first.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 05:46:32</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151608.msg6917212#msg6917212">Quote from: PigPin on 13-09-2012, 05:31:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Who: Lord Darcy Henshaw<br>Where: First Floor<br>With: Belle, Lady H and The Greymores gesturing to the Children, OPEN<br>When: Day 1<br>What: Greeting Guests<br><hr><br><strong>"You will my sweet daughter."</strong> His hand came from Belle's cheek.&nbsp; They closed in on the guests who were already coming in from outside.&nbsp; He glanced over his shoulder.&nbsp; <strong>"Children please come meet our guest"</strong> The Lord beckoned for his children.&nbsp; He walked with Belle up to the Lady Henshaw.&nbsp; <strong>"Pardon my absences, I had to inspect the rooms...."</strong> He positioned Belle by her mother, in between himself and the Lady.&nbsp; The Lord's hands left Belle and clutched his jacket.&nbsp; <strong>"Lord and Lady Greymore, pleasure, glad you made it..</strong> He bowed his head to Lord Greymore and kissed Lady Greymore's hand then turn to the sister.&nbsp; <strong>"And Lady Greymore....welcome as well, we are pleased you all came."</strong> He took up the woman's hand before him kissing it as well.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Lord Greymore<br>First floor<br>with Lord &amp; Lady Henshaw, Belle Henshaw, Lady Greymore, ELizabeth Greymore<br><br><hr><br>"Lord and Lady Henshaw." Greymore smiled as he shook Darcy's hand, kissed the Lady Henshaw's then lingered on their daughters as he looked up at her slightly. "It is indeed an honor and a priviledge that you have invited us to your home, we hope to show the same hospitality to you one day, the Lady Greymore and myself have the thoughts of a Spring social or Garden Extravaganza." Greymore was hoping his dear Vivienne would not mind his boldness to suggest it.<br><br>"I only regret that I have not accepted such gracious invitations prior to today." He kissed Belle's hand a second time having lost his train of thought, then returned to his wife and sister's side. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 05:53:49</strong>
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				Who: Lord Darcy Henshaw<br>Where: First Floor<br>With: Belle, Lady H and The Greymores gesturing to the Children, OPEN<br>When: Day 1<br>What: Greeting Guests<br><hr><br><em>"we hope to show the same hospitality to you one day, the Lady Greymore and myself have the thoughts of a Spring social or Garden Extravaganza........"I only regret that I have not accepted such gracious invitations prior to today."" </em><br><br><strong>"Splendid Idea just Splendid."</strong> Lord Darcy was enthusiastic at the idea.&nbsp; He looked to his wife and gave her a nod before turning back to Lord Greymore <strong>"Do remember us when the invitations go out."</strong> The pleasantries continued <strong>"We trust you will not hesitate the next time after this weekend."</strong>.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 05:58:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa266/afi_hottie/tumblr_liy3oiByLR1qia300o1_500_large.jpg)</div><strong>Lady Miku<br>Main Entrance Hall<br>Richard, Anyone</strong><br><hr>"I hope so." Miku smiled innocently as Richard. Her gaze drifted around the room. Her aunt and uncle were greeting everyone. "I suppose it's time for me to say hello to my relatives." She turned her attention back to Richard. "Have you already said hello to them?" She asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 06:00:26</strong>
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				Lady Greymore<br>Main Entrance Hall<br>With Lord Greymore, Elizabeth Greymore, Lord Henshaw, Belle, Lady Henshaw, open<br>______________________________________<br><br>"It's amazing." Vivienne smiled at her husband after he asked his question. Waiting patiently in line to be greeted had always been what she'd hated most during parties, at least they were second in line though. Her mind was still curious as to what this weekend would hold and she was still excited yet nervous.<br><br>Her eyes moved to her sister in law, Elizabeth, it was good to have someone to be able to speak French with. Plus, it was rather endearing when her husband would get upset at the fact that he couldn't understand a word they were saying. "What do you think, Elizabeth, about the house I mean?" She liked the company of her husband's sister and thought that she was quite beautiful. Sometimes, Vivienne was slightly intimidated by Elizabeth, but it wasn't by much. The woman was only a year older than her and had shown her nothing but kindness ever since Vivienne had shown up.<br><br>She was a little distracted by the people coming down the stairs and smiled as she saw who she assumed were the Henshaw's children. Vivienne had never seen an Asian up close before and she saw that there were two lovely Asian girls here. They were exotic looking and Vivienne wanted to get to know them. She just wanted to meet and get to know everyone that was attending this event, expanding her knowledge of things was important to her.<br><br>Vivienne had to smile as Lord Henshaw greeted them, he was dashing and she found she liked it when he kissed the back of her hand. "Thank you, Lord Henshaw, Lady Henshaw for having us in your home. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." The word 'acquaintance' felt weird when she said it in English, it was still a lot easier to speak in her native tongue and she had to keep reminding herself to use English. It was frustrating, at times. Hearing her husband's idea of maybe a Spring social or a garden extravaganza made her smile, she would like that very much and would be sure that the Henshaw's were invited.<br><br>She heard her husband 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>luphawk</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 06:09:31</strong>
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				Lord Richard Fowler<br>Front entrance<br>Lady Miku/open<br>Arriving<br><br>“No, I have not.” he replied with a bit of regret in his voice.&nbsp; That regret turned to hopefulness as he asked “would you give me the honor accompanying me to the greeting?” and offered his arm to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 06:14:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa266/afi_hottie/tumblr_liy3oiByLR1qia300o1_500_large.jpg)</div><strong>Lady Miku<br>Main Entrance Hall<br>Richard, Anyone</strong><br><hr>Miku nodded. "Sure." She said with a smile. Reaching out, she placed her arm over his and walked over to her relatives to greet them. "Shall we?" She looked up at him with an innocent smile.<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa266/afi_hottie/tumblr_loh53zO4c91qfd1mco1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Lady Willow<br>Main Entrance Hall<br>Baldimere, Andrew, Anyone</strong><br><hr>Willow looked at the door and saw her cousin arrive. She seemed very shy, but Willow didn't blame her. Miku waved at her and Willow waved back with a smile. Darcy called them over to say hello and Willow looked at her brothers. "Well, go on." She ushered them, not caring to listen to him. After all, she knew he liked Belle better. She was the biological daughter, and much prettier anyway.<br><br>She couldn't believe that no one else had noticed the way he favored her. Willow much preferred to listen to her mother. She treated them both equally.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>luphawk</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 06:25:12</strong>
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				Lord Richard Fowler<br>Front entrance<br>Lady Miku/open<br>Arriving<br><br>“We shall.” he said smiling at the girl as she took his arm.&nbsp; Outwardly he seamed innocent enough but inwardly he couldn’t get the thought of being less then a gentleman with this seemingly innocent young girl out of his mind and as they went to be greeted he knew that before this weekend was over he would have her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 06:32:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa266/afi_hottie/tumblr_liy3oiByLR1qia300o1_500_large.jpg)</div><strong>Lady Miku<br>Main Entrance Hall<br>Richard, Anyone</strong><br><hr>Miku walked with Richard over to where her aunt, uncle and cousin were. She looked to see where Willow was, and saw her still on the stairs. Willow motioned that she would see her later. Miku understood why. She didn't care to be around her "father".<br><br>Miku nodded in her direction, then turned her attention back to her relatives. "Hi Aunt Constance, Uncle Darcy." She smiled and gave them each a hug. Then, she turned her attention to Belle. Miku was always impressed by how good she could look. "Hi Belle." She said softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 06:50:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pics.livejournal.com/tripseasily/pic/00128780)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Front Foyer<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Darcy Henshaw, everyone else present.<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Greeting<br><hr><br>When Lord Greymore kissed her hand twice, she blushed and smiled.<br><br>"It is a pleasure Lord Greymore...Lady Greymore...Lady Elizabeth."<br><br>She curtsied to each and remained between her parents. Belle looked at the man who seemed quite taken with her cousin, and then she hugged Miku tightly.<br><br>"Miku. It's so good to see you. How have you been?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 06:54:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa266/afi_hottie/tumblr_liy3oiByLR1qia300o1_500_large.jpg)</div><strong>Lady Miku<br>Main Entrance Hall<br>Richard, Anyone</strong><br><hr>Miku smiled and hugged Belle back. "It's been quite a while." She agreed. "I'm doing well. How about yourself?" She asked, looking down at the beautiful blue gown she was wearing. She looked very pretty in it. Miku wondered if she picked it out herself, or if the maids decided what she would wear.<br><br>Miku always had to pick out her own clothes, so she wondered what it was like to have someone decide what you wore for the day.
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				Post by: <strong>SGTDan</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 06:54:21</strong>
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				<strong>Sir Earlson (Brown) and Lady Earlson (Purple)<br>Arriving/Main Entrance Hall</strong><br><hr><br>Under his leather boots the cobblestone driveway felt hard and unforgiving while around him was the most inviting lush green hills of a country resort. Ahead of him sat the Henshaw manor, all regal and fancy looking. Not his taste but it was a treat for Eloise since she deserved some time to unwind from the kids and her studies. Over the broad shoulders of the hunter were his military duffel bag full of all he would need for teh weekend while in his right hand was his rifle case. Looking over at his wife Standford smiled at her. She looked beautiful the way her red hair reflected the suns light. Maybe this weekend they could get some good time in together as he had been busy at the local University lecurting on African native cultures. <br><br>"Beautiful place love, I'm glad I saw this. I wonder what kind of fun activities they have? I wouldn't mind a good game of croquet." Standford said looking over at her.<br><br>Eloise had quite enjoyed the carriage ride over, but now she was a bit nervous. She didn't know these people, and she didn't know what kind of gathering this was. Honestly, she was quite at a loss. However, she knew that as the wife of a knighted nobleman, she was expected to be socially visible. Besides, she did need a break from the children and such. Unlike many noblewomen, she preferred to raise her children herself. No nannies...no wetnurses. Perhaps she was a bit unorthodox for a "lady," but she didn't care. Standford wasn't much one for convention anyway.<br><br>At his statement, she smiled.<br><br>"I agree. I suppose we'll find out once we get inside, but I'm sure we will enjoy ourselves."<br><br>She grasped his hand and squeezed it as the carriage rolled to a stop.<br><br>"Shall we?"<br><br>As the carriage came to a stop the hunter let out a relieved breath. They had taken the carriage for her but in reality he hated the things. Much preferred walking but as this was a social place can't appear too "heathen". Reaching over Standford pushed the door openfeeling the wave of country heat roll into the plush car. It was a lovely day outside, the kind of day he would spend watching the kids play in the yard while he and Eloise lounged in chairs on the porch. Garbed in the wear of a hunter, khaki pants, knee high brown leather boots, a khaki shirt with a white undershirt and finally the whole ensemble was completed by his pith hat. Stepping out onto the driveway Standford hucked out his bag before pulling out the rifle case. After that was done he reached in and took his wife's hand with a smile of pure love.<br><br>"Of course, lets meet the locals." He said looking around before teasing. "I am sure there are ladies you can talk all you want about knitting and womanly things." <br><br>Eloise took his hand and then rolled her eyes at his statement.<br><br>"Oh, I'm sure. And you can talk to the men about pocket watches and the best tailors in London."<br><br>She gave him a sarcastic smile and then stepped outside with him. As they walked up the entrance to the door, it was opened by a footman and they were ushered inside to wait in the line. Eloise wore a pretty traveling frock of light blue, and her red curls were up in a simple twist arrangement.<br><br>Standford laughed at her remark, if there was one reason he married her it was the fact that she knew how to take sarcasm. Something when they were out in the middle of nowhere thier witty remarks helped pass the time. As they entered the manor he was taken by how out of place they were, he in his dusty dirty hunting attire fresh from the countryside and her in her travelling attire. No doubt some of the head turning they got along with the hushed talking that accompanied it was about how improper they were. Reaching up Standford took his helmet off before tucking it under his arm. Looking around the luxurious manor a look of disgust entered the hunters face. So used to the comforts of a canvas tent he wasn't used to such...luxuries of the upper class.<br><br>"Dare I say love, we are woefully underdressed." Came the whisper as he looked at the guests milling about.<br><br>Eloise chuckled softly and shrugged.<br><br>"Has that ever stopped us before?"<br><br>Shaking his head Standford leaned over and gave her a kiss.<br><br>"Why of course not, we're rebels of England remember?" Reminded of a joke they shared once in the Amazon.<br><br>She smiled.<br><br>"We are."<br><br>She kissed him back and then took his hand once more...looking forward.
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				Post by: <strong>luphawk</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 07:35:19</strong>
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				Lord Richard Fowler<br>Front entrance<br>Lady Miku/open<br>Arriving<br><br>As they came to the Henshaws Richard smiled at his old friend “Hello Darcy, Constance.” he said in a cheery and friendly tone “I was so glad to receive your invitation.” his eyes flicked to his friend’s children “I see more of your children are attending now, as well as your lovely nice hear.&nbsp; I’m sure that will make things more interesting.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 15:35:18</strong>
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				Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Main Entrance hall<br>Baldimere, Willow, then rest of the family.<br><br>He knew they were supposed to go greet the guests with his fathers, besides he wouldn't pass the chance to be close to Belle again while she couldn't scurry away.<br><br>Andrew frowned briefly as Willow urged them to go. He figured she felt a little left out for being adopted, he often thought this was more about her looking more... exotic than the way she was treated. His first instinct was to grab her and carry her there, making sure to feel up her body as he did, however Baldimere had her hands on her first so instead he said.<br><br>"Baldimere, it seems that our lovely sister dresses to impress and then wants to act shy. I think you should make sure she comes fulfill her greeting duties."<br><br>With that and a small bow of his head, he left them alone and went to take his place, only that rather than standing by his parents he did so besides Belle and pressed his hand against small of her back. A small gesture, something she would feel but couldn't call inapropiate, and something he hoped would give people an idea of his claim... not most but maybe a few of them would back off from her if they sensed that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 16:24:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa266/afi_hottie/tumblr_loh53zO4c91qfd1mco1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Lady Willow<br>Main Entrance Hall<br>Baldimere, Andrew, Anyone</strong><br><hr>Willow sighed and looked down. Andrew rubbed her the wrong way sometimes. She shook her head and turned to Baldimere. "Go on ahead." She repeated. "I'll meet with them a bit later." She added. Willow didn't want to show how hurt she was, so she became increasingly better at putting on a brave face.<br><br><em>What does she have that I don't?</em> Willow thought sadly. Everyone always fawned over how pretty her sister was. She always just brushed it off, but just under the surface she was disheartened. She contemplated going back up to her room for the rest of the day and finding a good book to read.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 17:19:58</strong>
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				Who: Lord Darcy Henshaw<br>Where: First Floor<br>With: Belle, Lady H, The Greymores, the Children, OPEN<br>When: Day 1<br>What: Greeting Guests<br><hr><br>As the Greymores followed Alice, Lord Darcy turned to embrace his niece <strong>"Miku, pleasure.&nbsp; You look absolutely charming."</strong> His sweet niece, she was quite the looker.&nbsp; He couldn't understand his brother's desire to travel to Japan but the results were very surprising.&nbsp; The young lady looked like her mother, who was also very beautiful.&nbsp; <br><br>When Miku addressed Belle, the man turned to a Richard Fowler.&nbsp; <strong>"So you took time out of your schedule, Richard"</strong> Lord Darcy's cheeks rose as he shook the man's hand.&nbsp; <strong>"Very true my dear friend.&nbsp; They are coming into their own..."</strong> He glanced around at his family.&nbsp; He noticed that only Willow hadn't joined the greetings.&nbsp; A moment of displeasure flashed on the Lord's face.&nbsp; His brown eyes glared at his daughter,&nbsp; He would need to speak with her.&nbsp; The moment passed quickly before his features smoothed out as he turned back to Lord Fowler.&nbsp; <strong>"We hope that they will continue tradition.&nbsp; Enjoy yourself."</strong> Lord Darcy let go of Lord Fowler's hand to allow the man to move to the next person.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 20:01:15</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151608.msg6917396#msg6917396">Quote from: GaGa88 on 13-09-2012, 06:00:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Lady Greymore<br>Main Entrance Hall<br>With Lord Greymore, Elizabeth Greymore, Lord Henshaw, Belle, Lady Henshaw, open<br>______________________________________<br><br>"It's amazing." Vivienne smiled at her husband after he asked his question. Waiting patiently in line to be greeted had always been what she'd hated most during parties, at least they were second in line though. Her mind was still curious as to what this weekend would hold and she was still excited yet nervous.<br><br>Her eyes moved to her sister in law, Elizabeth, it was good to have someone to be able to speak French with. Plus, it was rather endearing when her husband would get upset at the fact that he couldn't understand a word they were saying. "What do you think, Elizabeth, about the house I mean?" She liked the company of her husband's sister and thought that she was quite beautiful. Sometimes, Vivienne was slightly intimidated by Elizabeth, but it wasn't by much. The woman was only a year older than her and had shown her nothing but kindness ever since Vivienne had shown up.<br><br>She was a little distracted by the people coming down the stairs and smiled as she saw who she assumed were the Henshaw's children. Vivienne had never seen an Asian up close before and she saw that there were two lovely Asian girls here. They were exotic looking and Vivienne wanted to get to know them. She just wanted to meet and get to know everyone that was attending this event, expanding her knowledge of things was important to her.<br><br>Vivienne had to smile as Lord Henshaw greeted them, he was dashing and she found she liked it when he kissed the back of her hand. "Thank you, Lord Henshaw, Lady Henshaw for having us in your home. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." The word 'acquaintance' felt weird when she said it in English, it was still a lot easier to speak in her native tongue and she had to keep reminding herself to use English. It was frustrating, at times. Hearing her husband's idea of maybe a Spring social or a garden extravaganza made her smile, she would like that very much and would be sure that the Henshaw's were invited.<br><br>She heard her husband<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"From what I've glimpsed of it so far, it's a lovely house," Elizabeth answered Vivienne.&nbsp; Their own wasn't so lavish, but there was still plenty of room for entertaining, though her brother never had.&nbsp; It surprised her that he'd been thinking of having a party of their own, and she was quick to encourage him with a smile.&nbsp; "That sounds like a fine idea," she was quick to add her approval.&nbsp; Maybe this weekend away would do some good after all.&nbsp; She made polite greetings to the lord and lady of the house, but didn't linger long to talk, as there were others behind them who still needed to be introduced.&nbsp; She noticed the Asian girls too, and was curious to learn more about them.&nbsp; She saw one girl by herself who wasn't in the line, and wondered who she was, if she were a guest or one of the family, but she wasn't rude enough to ask.&nbsp; She was sure she'd find out later who all the attendees were, so her curiosity would have to wait.&nbsp; She moved off with the others, content to wait until all the guests had been greeted, to find out what was next on the agenda for the evening's festivities.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 23:05:05</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Earl of Surrey<br><strong>Where:</strong> Inside <br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Windsor<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> About to meet with host and hostess<br><hr><br>The Earl escort his, well he couldn't quite remember how distant they were to each other.&nbsp; He had seen her a number of times over his life.&nbsp; She was always the spoiled brat.&nbsp; He resented her.&nbsp; The man had to work at what he had.&nbsp; She was giving it on a silver platter.&nbsp; The Earl kept on a face as the pair moved up the line.&nbsp; <strong>"So how was the trip in"</strong> His arm carried her hand.&nbsp; His eyes peering into Lady Windsor's.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>luphawk</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 23:50:24</strong>
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				Lord Richard Fowler<br>Inside<br>With Miku, Lord Darcy, Lady Constance, open<br><br>As Darcy greeted him Richard took his hand and smiled back “yes, I haven’t been sure about coming alone but now I find I am quite excited about it.” as his host spoke of his children coming into there own and looked to them Richard also noticed the adopted daughter had left but rather then bring attention to it he simply agreed “yes, you have fine sons and your daughters, as well as your lovely nice hear have developed into beautiful women.” Richard smiled when Darcy spoke of the children following tradition and told him to enjoy himself, his eyes briefly went to the Asian girl in front of him as he said “oh, I intend to.”<br><br>His gaze soon shifted to the Lady of the house as he took her hand “I must confess Constance, the idea of seeing you again was a large part of why I finally excepted another invitation.” he kissed her hand and leaned in to more discreetly add “don’t think just because there are all these young girls about my interest in you has lessened any.” in a loving tone, smiling as he polled back a bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 02:48:56</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151608.msg6916484#msg6916484">Quote from: PigPin on 13-09-2012, 03:17:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Who:</strong> Earl of Surrey<br><strong>Where:</strong> Outside<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Windsor<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Arriving <br><hr><br>The Earl took up the woman's hand.&nbsp; His lips pressed into the back of her hand.&nbsp; <strong>"And you Louise."</strong> He brought his head up as he continue to hold her hand.&nbsp; The man gave the woman a soft smile as she spoke.&nbsp; <strong>"I remember him quiet well"</strong> The same old Louise was in front of him, pom and frills.&nbsp; The Earl groaned internally.<br><br><strong>"You've never been to a weekend gathering here before?"</strong> His lips moved into a sly grin.&nbsp; This was going to be an interesting weekend indeed for the Earl.&nbsp; <strong>"This weekend will put London to shame."</strong> The man started to escort the woman into the house.&nbsp; He would make sure this would be a weekend to remember.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lady Windsor<br><strong>Where:</strong> Outside<br><strong>With:</strong> Earl of Surrey, Lord Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Arriving <br><br>Louise giggled again, a sound that she knew annoyed others.&nbsp; That was one of the reasons she did it.&nbsp; <br><br>"I can not see how.&nbsp; I mean the house is not exactly London standard" she said, a hint of arrogance in her words.&nbsp; "But Papa is such dear friends with Lord Henshaw, I had to attend.&nbsp; He and Mama would of come but with Papa's gout they are unable to leave the house" she told him, moving towards the greeting party.<br><br>Completely ignoring the younger members of the group, Louise made a beeline for Lord Henshaw, "my dear Lord Henshaw, papa send his best wishes and apologies for not being here this weekend.&nbsp; You know how much Mama and Papa enjoy your weekends."&nbsp; If only she knew the truth, and just how much they enjoyed them.<br><br>She also had no idea of the telegram her father sent Lord Henshaw, asking that Louise be taught a lesson this weekend. She was in for an eye opening few days that was for sure.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 02:52:38</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151608.msg6920228#msg6920228">Quote from: luphawk on 13-09-2012, 23:50:24</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Lord Richard Fowler<br>Inside<br>With Miku, Lord Darcy, Lady Constance, open<br><br>As Darcy greeted him Richard took his hand and smiled back “yes, I haven’t been sure about coming alone but now I find I am quite excited about it.” as his host spoke of his children coming into there own and looked to them Richard also noticed the adopted daughter had left but rather then bring attention to it he simply agreed “yes, you have fine sons and your daughters, as well as your lovely nice hear have developed into beautiful women.” Richard smiled when Darcy spoke of the children following tradition and told him to enjoy himself, his eyes briefly went to the Asian girl in front of him as he said “oh, I intend to.”<br><br>His gaze soon shifted to the Lady of the house as he took her hand “I must confess Constance, the idea of seeing you again was a large part of why I finally excepted another invitation.” he kissed her hand and leaned in to more discreetly add “don’t think just because there are all these young girls about my interest in you has lessened any.” in a loving tone, smiling as he polled back a bit.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><em>Lady Constance, welcoming Lord Fowler</em><br><br>"My dearest Richard, it has been too long." She said to the handsome man, holding her hand for him to kiss.&nbsp; "I do hope we get to spend some time together.&nbsp; I have some things I would love to show you" she told him, her hand brushing across her breasts.<br><br>She caught sight of the awful Lousie WIndsor, she would not have anything to do with that one.&nbsp; She was for the men to deal with this weekend.&nbsp; Turning her attention back to Richard she smiled, "please head to the Library, dinner will be served at 8" she told him, laying a gentle hand on his arm, "its very good to see you Richard" she whispered, her hand caressing him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 03:22:24</strong>
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				Who: Lord Darcy Henshaw<br>Where: First Floor<br>With: Belle, Lady H, The Earl, Lady Windsor the Children, OPEN<br>When: Day 1<br>What: Greeting Guests<br><hr><br>Lord Darcy turned to the Earl and Lady Windsor.&nbsp; <strong>"Ahh, The Earl of Surrey you made and you found our Lady Windsor wonderful."</strong> He said aloud as the woman started speaking her greetings.&nbsp; <strong>"Dreadful thing your father has but surely he will recover.&nbsp; We may head down to visit."</strong>&nbsp; The Lord felt bad that the Windsor couldn't make it.&nbsp; They were quite the swinging couple.&nbsp; <strong>"The two will be missed but we shall still enjoy the company of a Windsor."</strong> The words were filled full of double meaning.&nbsp; Lord Darcy kissed the young woman's hand.&nbsp; <strong>"We make your stay very unforgettable."</strong> The Lord had plans for this woman, she was going to get kicked off her pedestal.&nbsp; <strong>"So Please head to the Library dinner will be at 8."</strong> The Lord gesture for the Earl and Lady Windsor towards the Library.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 07:15:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pics.livejournal.com/tripseasily/pic/00128780)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Lady Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Front Foyer<br><strong>With:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Greeting<br><hr><br>Belle felt Andrew come up to her and place his hand on her lower back. She tensed, but kept up a smile for the guests. To Miku, she smiled.<br><br>"It has, and I've been well. A bit nervous for this weekend, but I suppose I was bound to be present at some point."<br><br>To the others, she politely greeted each one...memorizing their faces and recognizing some. Lord Greymore and his wife, Vivienne. His sister, Elizabeth. Robert Smith. Richard Fower. The Earl of Surrey. Lady Windsor. There seemed to be two more...a couple...to be greeted, and she smiled at them in advance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 07:26:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa266/afi_hottie/tumblr_liy3oiByLR1qia300o1_500_large.jpg)</div><strong>Lady Miku<br>Main Entrance Hall<br>Anyone</strong><br><hr>Miku nodded and smiled as Belle responded. "It was good to see you again." She said. "I think I'll make my way around and see what there is to offer." Miku added and bowed her head slightly in respect.<br><br>"I'm sure we'll see each other around Richard." Miku smiled and curtsied politely before going off on her own pursuits.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 09:29:30</strong>
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				<em>Who: Lady Henshaw<br>Where: Front Foyer<br>With: Everyone<br>When: Day 1<br>What: Greeting<br><strong>Tag: Sir &amp; Lady Earlson</strong><br></em><br>Constance watched as the dreadful Lady Windsor swished away, ignoring all females.&nbsp; She was looking forward to watching her fall this weekend.&nbsp; Served the little bitch right.&nbsp; Her attention was drawn to the arrival of a new couple to their weekends.<br><br>"Sir Earlson, its a pleasure to welcome you and your lovely Lady to our home." She told, them, smiling warmly at them both, "please help yourself to drinks, we are gathering in the library until dinner which will be served at 8.&nbsp; I do hope you enjoy yourselves this weekend, it will be an eventful few days" she promised them.&nbsp; They were new to the gathering, she wasn't quite sure how they would find the activities.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 14:23:08</strong>
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				Who: Lord Darcy Henshaw<br>Where: First Floor<br>With: Everyone<br>When: Day 1<br>What: Greeting Guests<br><hr><br>Lord Darcy turned to next guest.&nbsp; His wife greeting them first.&nbsp; <strong>"Sir Earlson, a pleasure and Lady Earslon, you look radiant.&nbsp; We appreciate you coming to our home."</strong> Lord Darcy shook the man hand.&nbsp; It was a firm handshake, powerful.&nbsp; He was a great man of stature.&nbsp; The Lord turned to the Lady Earlson.&nbsp; His eyes widen as Lord Darcy took her in visually.&nbsp; He took Lady Earlson's hand.&nbsp; His lips lingered before releasing her hand.&nbsp; The desire was present in Lord Darcy eyes.&nbsp; There was some many tasty delights on the menu this weekend.&nbsp; He would need to pace himself.&nbsp; <strong>"We hope you enjoy yourselves as much as we will."</strong> He smiled to the couple as Lord Darcy glanced at his wife.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 15:27:10</strong>
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				<em>Who: Lady Constance<br>Where: First Floor<br>With: Lord Darcy<br>When: Day 1<br>What: Greeting Guests</em><br><br>Constance watched Darcy, she could see the way he was feeling with Lady Earlson.&nbsp; The man always enjoyed a pretty woman, especially when she had an amazing body.&nbsp; Once the couple had passed Connie looked at him.<br><br>"You old dog, I can see just how she makes you feel" she said, moving in front and running her hand across his bulge.&nbsp; "You want her don't you?" she asked him, whispering in his ear, "how many of these Ladies do you think you can fuck this weekend?" she asked, her hand still on his bulge, teasing him.&nbsp; <br><br>"Will you want me after your had such a bevy of beauties?" she asked, knowing he would always be hers.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 16:38:03</strong>
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				Who: Lord Darcy Henshaw<br>Where: First Floor<br>With: Lady Constance<br>When: Day 1<br>What: Greeting Guests<br><hr><br>Most of his actions so far were either subtle to the new attendees or blatant to the experienced.&nbsp; The Lady addressed The Lord.&nbsp; His gave her a coy smile to her.&nbsp; The woman moved in front of him.&nbsp; His tongue ran across his lower lip as caressed his bulge.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"She does look tasty"</strong> He moaned softly at his wife work.&nbsp; <strong>"Don't you my love or Sir Earlson?"</strong> Lord Darcy's hand came up to her exposed cleavage.&nbsp; His thumb dipping down in between her bosom.&nbsp; <strong>"Not counting our Belle and Miku, and possibly Willow"</strong> Willow wasn't being proper and not being blood related, she may need an attitude adjustment.<strong>"All of them love...even if it drains every once out of me."</strong> His fingers flexed, groping at her now.&nbsp; This naughty vixen was gearing him up for the up coming events.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"And what of you my love, you have tasty treats, not to mention your Scottish Fuck toy...."</strong> His nostrils flared as he spoke.&nbsp; <strong>"Don't I always my dear?"</strong> His other hand came up to her bosom.&nbsp; Lord Darcy brought his face down to Lady Constance's bosom.&nbsp; He rubbed his face against her exposed skin.&nbsp; His tongue licked the crevice between her breasts.&nbsp; <strong>"How I do love you and this weekend."</strong> He glanced up and said before returning to enjoy her flesh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>luphawk</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 16:54:30</strong>
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				Lord Richard Fowler<br>Inside<br>With Miku, Lord Darcy, Lady Constance, open<br><br>When Constance said she had something to show him and brushed her breast Richard said “I look forward to it.” he moved on, greeting each of the children, kissing Belle’s hand.&nbsp; As Miku walked off saying they would see each other around he said to himself “another thing to look forward to.” before heading to the library.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 17:30:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa266/afi_hottie/tumblr_loh53zO4c91qfd1mco1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Lady Willow<br>Main Entrance Hall<br>Anyone</strong><br><hr>Willow rolled her eyes as she saw Darcy glare at her. She didn't want to deal with him today. Baldimere wasn't with them either. He was still standing next to her, yet she was the one who seemed to be getting in trouble.<br><br>She sighed. No matter what she did, it was never enough. Willow walked downstairs and headed off on her own. Where she would end up, she didn't know. Perhaps she could slip off somewhere unnoticed and be alone. <em>I wonder where Miku went...</em> She thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stannous</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 23:11:37</strong>
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				(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lecvs2vhxl1qbyk5qo1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Armando Zavieta Torres<br>The kitchen of the Henshaw Manor<br>Making a feast most excellent</strong><br><br>"Finest beef cuts....the freshest, cleanest fruit....vegetables picked from the Garden of Eden! Ay, <em>dios mio</em>, the good Lady Henshaw demands it all! And for how many people?"<br><br>Armando held his hands up, his eyes dancing from digit to digit. "Nueve...diez....a lot."<br><br>Armando had a simple enough life as the cook for the Henshaw household. They were a big enough family, but with the duties afforded to those of their station, the culinary workload was manageable. Then, the parties started. They were very fun parties, indeed, but the work to get it started was work that could be tackled only by Armando Zavieta Torres, <em>cocinero magnífico</em>! Or, so he told himself. Of course, in truth there were other people that helped with the cooking, while Armando did the "heavy" work that the lady cooks could not be bothered to do. <br><br>And it was "heavy" work that he was doing, as he busied himself with a cleaver and a thick slab of raw beef, hacking at it like a Viking possessed. The good Lady Henshaw demanded cuts of various sizes: from finger food for the guests to take off of the "special platters", to the more traditionally sized cuts for eating with a fork and knife. And it was not just beef that they craved; there was fowl to be cut, be it chicken or turkey or quail or otherwise. Beyond <em>that</em>, there were exotic meats to be prepared; he had heard talk of the Henshaws importing what they called <em>"elafont"</em> meat from British India. The "elafont", Armando learned, was basically a horse that was the height of three men and had ears the size of a desk. What a creature!<br><br>The Henshaws' purview of all things exotic didn't stop at the foods. They also had a gas oven; turn a knob, and fire was instantly made. ("That's it?" he had asked when the Henshaws brought it in. "Yes, that's it! Now get to cooking!" they had responded.) At that moment, Armando arranged all the finger-meats he had cut to that moment onto a platter, turned the knob on and cautiously slid it into the oven. After doing that, he shuffled over to the veritable mountain of fruit on one of the tables and sighed.<br><br>"The freshest, cleanest fruit." he said,&nbsp; beginning to wash the fruit using water delivered to the kitchen through plumbing; another wondrous invention that he had never heard of back in his old country.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Let the debauchery begin</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 23:34:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa266/afi_hottie/tumblr_loh53zO4c91qfd1mco1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Lady Willow<br>Kitchen<br>Armando</strong><br><hr>Willow knew where she was headed. The kitchen. All the staff there liked her. At least, that's what she believed. Willow was always nice to them, and had been since she was little.<br><br>She entered the kitchen and the aroma of fresh fruit and vegetables invaded her senses. She smiled. "Something smells good in here." Willow made her way over to the table the cook was working at. It always amazed her how fast he worked.
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