A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 20:58:52</strong>
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				<strong>Ethel</strong><br><strong>With Chloe, going to see Mr. Stuert</strong><br><br>Ethel stopped before the butler's door and knocked, she looked at the young french maid, "I'll look after you this weekend Chloe, if you arent sure about anything come and find me.&nbsp; Promise?" she said, knowing that there would be things going on this weekend that would shook the girl.<br><br>They would go to the room theyshared once Ethel had a razor.&nbsp; Then she would shave her, she was looking forward to seeing this brunette beauty naked, stretched out on her bed.&nbsp; She licked her lips, yes she was definitely going to have her eyes opened this weekend.
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				Post by: <strong>luphawk</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 00:24:15</strong>
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				Alen Stuert<br>In his office<br><br>As the butler Alen was in charge of all the staff and on weekends like this he had to keep track of all that was going on and make sure the staff did as expected.&nbsp; He was in his office, a small room with a desk, a few chairs and two doers, one leading out to the hall and the other to his quarters.&nbsp; He was sitting at his desk reading instructions for what was planed latter in the event when he heard a knock at the doer.<br><br>He sat the papers down and looked to the hall doer as he spoke “yes?&nbsp; Come in.”
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 02:03:43</strong>
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				<em>Ethel, <br>Servants Wing, Mr Stuert's office<br>With Mr. Stuert and Chloe</em><br><br>Ethel looked at Chloe when they heard the Butler's voice.&nbsp; "Ready?" she asked the younger maid, then opened the door.<br><br>"Excuse us for bothering you Mr. Stuert, but Lady Henshaw wants us both clean shaven." She explained, "Chloe here does not understand that.&nbsp; I was wondering if you have a shaving lit I may borrow so I can shave her?" she asked politely, knowing that Mr. Stuert could get quite grumpy if not handled correctly.
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 02:19:32</strong>
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				<em>Mrs Rogers - the Cook<br>In the Kitchen<br>Alice</em><br><br>The kitchen was a hive of frantic activity.&nbsp; There were young scullery maids darting around, carrying out the barked orders of a large, portly woman who stood at a large wooden table brandishing a rolling pin.<br><br>"Do not let that roast burn" she was warning the young lad who was turning a spite over a bed of glowing embers.&nbsp; "It isvery close to being perfect" she told them, her voice full of authority but with a hint of anxiety.<br><br>"And where is Alice? She needs to be ready to greet the guests.&nbsp; Is she here?" she asked, looking around, wondering what on earth could be holding the girl up.<br><br>Ethel was dealing with Chloe, the footmen were busy making sure the table was laid for dinner.&nbsp; Mr Stuert was preparing himself for the weekend and as usual it fell to Cook to make sure everything came together.<br><br>"As ifI havent enough to do" she muttered, moving to check on the bread that was warming near the oven.&nbsp; Heavenly smells wafted around the kitchen.&nbsp; It all certainly smelt good.&nbsp; She just hoped it tasted as good.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>luphawk</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 02:47:55</strong>
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				Alen Stuert<br>Servants wing, butler’s office<br>With Ethel and chloe<br><br>As the maids entered the older of the two explained the situation and made her request.&nbsp; Normally he would be annoyed at an interruption for such a simple reason but given the nature of the weekend…<br><br>He raised an eyebrow as he looked the two women over.&nbsp; The older of the two was Ethel, they had worked together for some time and he had seen her at these events before but not partaken of her, something he might correct this weekend.&nbsp; The younger was the French girl who had been caught steeling.&nbsp; She was young and attractive and he considered the possibilities.&nbsp; He glanced down at his instructions “you are to be the serving trays.” he stated.&nbsp; Thinking for a moment he finally spoke to Ethel “you may not take my shaving kit but you may use it.” he indicated the other doer “my quarters are thru there, you will find the shaving kit near the basin and use it in there.&nbsp; When you are finished you will call me in so I may inspect your work.&nbsp; Now go and be quick about it, the guest should be arriving soon if they are not hear already.”&nbsp; before they went he added “and Ethel, you best disrobe, I’ll need to inspect you as well.”&nbsp; he retuned to his work as he sent them to there’s.
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 16:09:13</strong>
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				Alice<br><br>Alice knew she was late, and in the Henshaw house, that was bad. Very bad. Rushing around, she had been cleaning in one of the guest bedrooms when she'd accidentally knocked over a vase of flowers. Luckily nothing was broken, but she'd had to clean up all the water and redo the arrangement. By the time she reached the kitchen, she blushed in shame as she spoke to Cook. <br><br>"I'm sorry, Ma'am. There was an extra mess I had to clean up, but it's taken care of."<br><br>Taking a deep breath, she hoped they wouldn't punish her too severely. 
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				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 17:25:12</strong>
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				Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Servant's Wing<br>Anyone<br><br>Andrew headed towards the servant's wing with a determination in his step, he wondered who he would run into first, the female servants in the Henshaw estate were chosen carefully, and most not because of their cleaning abilities.<br><br>He had ready what he was going to say. "Are you the maid assigned to Lord and Lady Henshaw? Why are you late? Tardiness won't be tolerated."<br><br>That was unless he run into one of the few males, in that case he would have to be patient and ask for a maid.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 23:19:32</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Kitchen, and then Servants' Quarters<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Andrew Henshaw<br><hr><br>It was at that moment, that Gerald...a footman...came over and told her that Lord Andrew was asking for her. Sighing, she dreaded what he'd say to her tardiness. She knew she was supposed to be the one attending Lord and Lady Henshaw, but she had reported to the Cook first. <br><br>"I guess that's my cue."<br><br>She gave an apologetic smile to the Cook and then walked over to where Lord Andrew was. She brushed her hands over her quite revealing maid uniform and stood up straight. Her red curls were pinned up and she smiled apologetically as she curtsied.<br><br>"Milord...I am sorry, but I had to clean up a mess in one of the guest rooms. I apologize for my tardiness."<br><br>She looked into his eyes and prepared for whatever punishment he gave.
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				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 23:45:56</strong>
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				Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Servant's Wing<br>Alice Pratt<br><br>Andrew really liked Alice, she had a more full figure than most of the maids and she carried it very well, he was glad in finding out she was the one he would make late, after all her being punished in public was way more fun than his parents having their maid on time.<br><br>"You know full well that tardiness isn't tolerated in this house, or maybe you forgot that? I think you need a reminder."<br><br>He walked around her taking a look at her body, and rubbing his hands across her waist. <br><br>"Put your hands against the wall, and stick your ass out. Obey or things will get worse"
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 23:57:37</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Kitchen, and then Servants' Quarters<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Andrew Henshaw<br><hr><br>Alice had been at the receiving end of several of Master Andrew's punishments...and "rewards." He seemed to have a thing for redheads, and he had always shown her a good bit of attention. She learned quite a bit about sex from him, and although much of it had been rape, she couldn't deny that they'd developed a kind of mutual respect and desire. Both Baldimere and Lord Darcy had also welcomed her to their beds quite often, and Baldimere had been the one to "pop her cherry" so to speak. He often asked her to spend the night in his bed, and she had begun to enjoy it. The Henshaw men were the only lovers she'd ever had, but she felt like they were good ones. <br><br>She still didn't like being in trouble, though, so she sighed in annoyance.<br><br>"Serves me right for trying to clean..."<br><br>She turned around and put her hands on the wall...her ass out. 
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				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 00:15:38</strong>
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				Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Servant's Wing<br>Anyone<br><br>Andrew smacked her ass hard mid sentence "What were you saying Alice? I thought you were talking back to me. I was just going to scold you, now I must punish you properly since you forget your place"<br><br>He hit her ass a second and a third time "Remember how this works, you count the smacks, if you lose count you get more"<br><br>He raised her uniform to expose her sexy ass more, and resumed his smacks, 10 more, as hard as he could, he knew it would only make the posterior punishment worse for her.
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 00:21:25</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Servants' Wing<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Andrew Henshaw<br><hr><br>She gasped at the spank. She groaned and then yelped at the second smack.<br><br>"Sorry, Sir..."<br><br>A third smack.<br><br>"Oh!"<br><br>She began counting.<br><br>"1....2...3..."<br><br>Then he began spanking in earnest.<br><br>"4....5....oh!...6...7....8...mmm...9..."<br><br>She squeaked and trembled. He had quite an arm on him, and the spanking became quite painful. She whimpered.<br><br>"10....oh God....11....ungh...12...13..."<br><br>She hissed in pain and arousal...breathing harder.
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				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 00:33:33</strong>
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				Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Servant's Wing<br>Alice<br><br>"Very good Alice, at least yous till know how to take my punishment, guess that part doesn't leave your mind. Some people believe 13 brings bad luck though, and I rely a lot on mine, so we need some more."<br><br>He gave her 5 more loud smacks.<br><br>"Do you think that was enough of a lesson for being late and for speaking back to me? or do you need more?"<br><br>He was being slow on purpose, since he wanted her to be very late and punished for it.
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				Post by: <strong>Foxy DeVille</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 08:05:09</strong>
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				<em>Chloe<br>Servant's Wing<br>With Ethel and Mr. Stuert</em><br><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JGg2yz3XzPQ/TaxOMlJN_oI/AAAAAAAADB4/zBNSS7X9YK4/s1600/080DL1.jpg)</div>Chlue blushed at the thought of Mr. Stuert seeing her nude and shaved, but he was the butler and like Ethel said any hairs in the food would be unsanitary. She looked over to the other maid with a pleading look in her big brown eyes.<br><br>"Could we just get zis done, please? Zen I can work ze banquet and be done wiz zis."<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 16:34:47</strong>
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				Who: Alice Pratt<br>Where: Servants' Wing<br>With: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>When: Day 1<br>What: Being punished. <br><hr><br>Alice bit her bottom lip and jerked with each successive smack. <br><br>"F-fourteen...uhh...fif...teen...mmm...s-sixteen...seventeen...oh...eighteen..."<br><br>Her ass burned now, and the pale cheeks were crimson. <br><br>"I have learned my...my lesson Sir. I...I'm sorry."<br><br>She leaned her forehead against the wall. The Henshaws didn't like her to wear undergarments, so as her skirt was flipped up, the only think covering her lower half were her high heeled shoes (quite an unusual style...and an original design) and stockings held up by garters. Her freshly shaven and cleaned sex and ass were visible. 
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				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 17:24:06</strong>
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				Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Servant's Wing<br>Alice<br>Day 1<br>Making Alice be late<br><br>"Very good Alice, your punishment is over" Andrew said, yet before she could move he felt her exposed pussy with his hand, and even pressed at the hole of her ass with his thumb.<br><br>"The Lord and the Lady are waiting for you" he said "they will probably issue a punishment themselves for you being late" he entered her with two fingers. "Perhaps I should let you go"
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 17:39:45</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Servants' Wing<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Andrew Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Being punished. <br><hr><br>Alice exhaled in relief as he said her punishment was over, but before she could move away, she felt two of his fingers shove themselves inside of her tight and wet pussy...earning a gasp from her. The thumb against her anus made her body jerk and her moan. <br><br>"Oh God...Lord Andrew..."<br><br>She subconsciously pushed back against his hand and whimpered in pleasure. <br><br>"Whatever...you wish..."<br><br>She couldn't deny him even if she'd wanted. And after the first few rapes, she hadn't wanted to resist. 
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				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 17:46:12</strong>
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				Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Servant's Wing<br>Alice<br>Day 1<br>Making Alice be late<br><br>"Very good Alice" He moved his fingers in and out of her pussy pumping it, she was wet and he was sure that it was from his punishment, or as he would dare thought but not reveal his very presence. "I must confess it was a trap. Had you answered differently you would be counting again intead of moaning"<br><br>He pressed harder with his thumb as he fingered her, but didn't push it in. He smiled as he felt her push back against him. As much as he wanted her to be late, he didn't want to be too late himself, so he wouldn't fuck her... now.
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 17:56:52</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Servants' Wing<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Andrew Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Being punished. <br><hr><br>She moaned again as he pushed his fingers skillfully in and out of her pussy. It felt wonderful, and she wanted nothing more than for him to shove his cock deep inside of her and fuck her hard. However, he didn't go further than his fingers, and she knew it was probably good. She shouldn't keep his parents waiting too long. <br><br>"Thank you, Milord."<br><br>Swallowing, she waited to see what he'd do. 
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				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 18:06:24</strong>
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				Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Servant's Wing<br>Alice<br>Day 1<br>Making Alice be late<br><br>He kept pumping her pussy with his fingers, his thumb kept pushing yet not entering, her ass was still virgin and he felt that the first thing inside should be a hard cock, preferably his, after all his brother had taken her first virginity it would be fair if he took this one. Still the right time hadn't come.<br><br>Deciding they were late enough now, he started to rub her clit with his other hand, ready to make her cum moaning for him, like she usually did.<br><br>"Go ahead Alice, make that sweet sound I like so much"
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				Post by: <strong>luphawk</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 18:19:10</strong>
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				Alen Stuert (butler)<br>Servants wing butler’s office<br>With Ethel and Chloe<br>day 1<br><br>As the maids moved from his office to his quarters Alen heard what the little French thief said.&nbsp; A part of him wanted to laugh out loud at the idea that being a serving tray at the banquet was all that would be expected of her this weekend but he had learned well how to hide such things in his years of service.&nbsp; As he remembered what fun had been had with previous maids who had been compelled to work these events as punishment for one offence or another an observant person might have noticed hints of an evil smile forming on his face.
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 18:42:16</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151678.msg6905756#msg6905756">Quote from: luphawk on 11-09-2012, 02:47:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Alen Stuert<br>Servants wing, butler’s office<br>With Ethel and chloe<br><br>As the maids entered the older of the two explained the situation and made her request.&nbsp; Normally he would be annoyed at an interruption for such a simple reason but given the nature of the weekend…<br><br>He raised an eyebrow as he looked the two women over.&nbsp; The older of the two was Ethel, they had worked together for some time and he had seen her at these events before but not partaken of her, something he might correct this weekend.&nbsp; The younger was the French girl who had been caught steeling.&nbsp; She was young and attractive and he considered the possibilities.&nbsp; He glanced down at his instructions “you are to be the serving trays.” he stated.&nbsp; Thinking for a moment he finally spoke to Ethel “you may not take my shaving kit but you may use it.” he indicated the other doer “my quarters are thru there, you will find the shaving kit near the basin and use it in there.&nbsp; When you are finished you will call me in so I may inspect your work.&nbsp; Now go and be quick about it, the guest should be arriving soon if they are not hear already.”&nbsp; before they went he added “and Ethel, you best disrobe, I’ll need to inspect you as well.”&nbsp; he retuned to his work as he sent them to there’s.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Ethel<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mr. Stuert's roms<br><strong>With:</strong> Mr. Stuert, Chloe<br><br>"Yes Sir" she said softly, hiding a smirk, she had been used by Mr. Stuert before. "Come Chloe" she said, taking her hand and leading her towards Stuert's quarters.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151678.msg6912830#msg6912830">Quote from: Foxy Oni on 12-09-2012, 08:05:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><em>Chloe<br>Servant's Wing<br>With Ethel and Mr. Stuert</em><br><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JGg2yz3XzPQ/TaxOMlJN_oI/AAAAAAAADB4/zBNSS7X9YK4/s1600/080DL1.jpg)</div>Chlue blushed at the thought of Mr. Stuert seeing her nude and shaved, but he was the butler and like Ethel said any hairs in the food would be unsanitary. She looked over to the other maid with a pleading look in her big brown eyes.<br><br>"Could we just get zis done, please? Zen I can work ze banquet and be done wiz zis."<br><br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Once in Mr. Stuert's room Ethel looked around, "get undressed and lay on the bed" she told Chloe, moving to the sink and seeing the shaving kit.&nbsp; Taking the cup she added a few drops of water from the jug, using the brush to make a rich, creamy lather.&nbsp; Once she was satisfied the soap was ready she turned.<br><br>Removing her clothes she folded them and laid them on the bed, she was clean shaven, her mound smooth and pale, her breasts werent huge, but her nipples were larger than most.&nbsp; She looked at Chloe, "this wont hurt, but you have to lay still" she told her.<br><br>Once Chloe was naked and laying on the bed Ethel moved to her, smiling gently she leant over her and began to slather the soap over her hairy mound, "sorry its cold" she giggled, enjoying touching the young maid in this way.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 19:18:10</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Servants' Wing<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Andrew Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Being punished. <br><hr><br>She now realized that he wanted her to cum, and she was only too happy to oblige. She knew they were in a hurry, and although he usually took his time, right now wasn't the time to fool around...at least, not too much. As he began focusing on her clit, she moaned and began grinding her body back against his hand and panted lustfully.<br><br>"Oh yes...yes...yes, Milord..."<br><br>Soon she was trembling, and she knew she was already close. Without warning, she came hard...clenching and soaking his hand. She jerked and cried out in ecstasy, whimpering and shaking as her orgasm tore through her body. When she finally came down, she exhaled and groaned.
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				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 19:45:16</strong>
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				Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Servant's Wing<br>Alice<br>Day 1<br>Making Alice be late<br><br>He smiled as she came all over his fingers soaking his hand. "Very good Alice" he complimented her again, she would enjoy it, and that would contrast nicely with the punishment she would receive. He slid his hands out of her pussy and offered them to her.<br><br>"Clean your juices" he ordered, finally allowing her to leave her position against the wall
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 20:05:23</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Servants' Wing<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Andrew Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Being punished. <br><hr><br>She groaned softly and then turned around to smile and take his fingers into her mouth. She licked all of her juices off, and met his eyes as she sucked the digits clean. Letting them go with a pop, she licked her lips and then pulled her skirt down...fixing herself so she looked presentable again.<br><br>"Thank you, Sir. Shall I go to help the Master and Mistress now?"<br><br>She curtsied and tried to return her breathing to normal...her face still flushed.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 01:43:14</strong>
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				Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Servant's Wing<br>Alice<br>Day 1<br>No longer making Alice be late<br><br>"Yes you should, they won't tolerate you being so late." He gave a playful smack on her ass, he didn't usually perform so silly displays of ownership like a simple smack, but considering her ass was red and sore it was certain to cause an impresion on the young maid.<br><br>Before he allowed her to go, he pulled her to him and whispered in her ear "I couldn't take my time now, but next chance I'm not only going to take it but I will posses your tight behind" <br><br>Then he walked with her towards his parents and the other guests.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 03:59:41</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> William Samuel McGowin<br><strong>Where:</strong> Mr. Stuert's door<br><strong>With:</strong> Open<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Reporting for duties<br><hr><br>The Scotsmen knocked on the door.&nbsp; He was to report to Mr. Stuert.&nbsp; This was his first time to work the Weekend at the Henshaw.&nbsp; He wasn't sure what was going to happen.&nbsp; The man had a wonderful position back home.&nbsp; He was going to be Lord McTagert's butler but the Lady Henshaw had other plans.&nbsp; <strong>"Mr. Stuert."</strong> The man's thick Scottish accent was clear.&nbsp; He waited to be allowed in to the office.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 04:57:55</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Servants' Wing<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Andrew Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Being punished. <br><hr><br>Alice smiled and then yelped when he smacked her already sore ass. Blushing, she nodded and stood up straighter.<br><br>"Yes, Sir."<br><br>When he whispered about her ass, she looked a bit surprised and nervous, but she swallowed and nodded.<br><br>"I...alright, Sir."<br><br>Taking a deep breath, she curtsied and headed toward the front.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>luphawk</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 05:08:13</strong>
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				Alen Stuert (butler)<br>The butlers office<br>With McGowin<br>Day 1<br><br>Alen was still going over his papers when another knock came to his doer and a call that was clearly not an attractive made.&nbsp; A bit frustrated he put his papers down again “yes, come in.” he said in a somewhat annoyed tone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 05:13:22</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> William Samuel McGowin<br><strong>Where:</strong> Mr. Stuert's office<br><strong>With:</strong> Mr. Stuert<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Reporting for duties<br><hr><br>William entered into the butler's office closing the door behind<strong>"Mr. Stuert, Sir.&nbsp; It's Willaim, MiLady Henshaw told me to see you"</strong> The man stood in front of his superior.&nbsp; He straightened up his dark blonde hair then his jacket as to present himself to Mr. Stuert.&nbsp; The footman stood with his arms at his side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>luphawk</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 05:55:10</strong>
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				Alen Stuert (butler)<br>The butlers office<br>With McGowin<br>Day 1<br><br>Alen looked at the man with annoyed dislike “ah yes, the lady’s little prize.” he thought for a moment, he had known he would be coming and he was ready “the lady wishes you to help with the banquet.&nbsp; She has a special uniform for you.” he opened a drawer in his desk and polled out a pair of trousers with the legs cut off just below the crotch.&nbsp; He handed it to him.&nbsp; “go put this on and report to the kitchen to see how you can help.” he didn’t wait for the man to leave before returning to his papers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy DeVille</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 06:08:05</strong>
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				<em>Chloe<br>Mr. Stuert's Romm<br>With Ethel</em><br><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JGg2yz3XzPQ/TaxOMlJN_oI/AAAAAAAADB4/zBNSS7X9YK4/s1600/080DL1.jpg)</div>Once the two maids were alone, Chloe removed her uniform. Her slim body was revealed, displaying her small but firm breasts and a perky bottom that stuck out in a way that was rather naughty for such as proper girl.&nbsp; She was glad that Ethel had disrobed as well. It made her feel less exposed when someone was in the same state. Chloe laid down of the butler's bed and spread her legs a bit. The French girl just had a thin strip of dark pubic hair but the Henshaws insisted that it would be shaved bare. Chloe shivered a bit as Ethel touched her with the cold shaving cream.<br><br>"It is fine, do not worry."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 06:11:15</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> William Samuel McGowin<br><strong>Where:</strong> Mr. Stuert's office<br><strong>With:</strong> Mr. Stuert<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Reporting for duties<br><hr><br><em>Little prize, ahh you ole goat</em> The man kept his face still as the thought travel through his head.&nbsp; <strong>"Aye...Yes, Sir...excuse me native tongue Sir..."</strong> The had to act proper around these gents.&nbsp; He wasn't back home amongst the moors and the hills.&nbsp; He was on flat land.&nbsp; William took the trousers.&nbsp; <strong>"Very good Sir."</strong> Mr. Stuert lowered his head, William stood for a moment later before getting the hint.&nbsp; <strong>"I'll just put these on then..."</strong> He said mainly to himself.&nbsp; The man found the loo.&nbsp; He switched his trousers for the shorter ones...much shorter.<br><br>The man carried his long trousers on his arm and went off to the kitchen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 14:05:08</strong>
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				<em>Ethel with Chloe, ready for inspection Sir</em><br><br>Ethel made quick work of shaving the french girl's mound.&nbsp; She enjoyed the way she felt when as she ran her fingers over the smooth skin.&nbsp; She nodded, washing off the remaining soap, then smiled at Chloe.<br><br>"Right, I will inform Mr. Stuert that you are shaved.&nbsp; Stay there" she said the girl, then moved to the connecting door, knocking she pulled it open, "Mr Stuert, if it pleases you Sir, I have shaved Chloe" she said in a respectful tone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>luphawk</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 16:12:09</strong>
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				Who:&nbsp; Alen Stuert (butler)<br>Where:&nbsp; butler’s office moving to butler’s quarters<br>With:&nbsp; Ethel and Chloe<br>When:&nbsp; Day 1<br><br>Alen again looked up from his papers, this time hardly hiding an almost evil grin.&nbsp; “Very well.” he said in an even tone as he put his papers down and got up from his desk.&nbsp; He stepped into his room, giving the now nude Ethel a once over with his eyes before moving to the French thief on his bed.&nbsp; He wanted to drop his trousers and take her then and there but he knew his masters would have other plans for her.<br><br>Without a word or any pretext his hand went to her freshly shaven mound.&nbsp; It glided over the surrounding skin feeling how smooth it was before playing over the lips of her opening.&nbsp; Ethel had don a good job and unfortunately even as his hand moved down to tease he little sphincter he found not one hair to complain about.&nbsp; His fingers returned to the lips of her opening as he parted the lips with his other hand and slowly pushed two fingers in.&nbsp; his grin became more noticeable as his fingers found the proof of her intact virtue.&nbsp; He knew his lord would want to know.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy DeVille</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 16:34:11</strong>
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				<em>Chloe<br>Mr. Stuert's Romm<br>With Ethel</em><br><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JGg2yz3XzPQ/TaxOMlJN_oI/AAAAAAAADB4/zBNSS7X9YK4/s1600/080DL1.jpg)</div>Chloe had stayed still as Ethel was shaving her so she wouldn't get nicked. Fortunately Ethel was skilled with the razor and the ordeal was soon finished without pain or delay. Chloe looked down at the smooth skin between her legs. Without any hair, the petite French girl looked even younger than her seventeen years.<br><br>"Mon dieu... it's like a child's... "<br><br>When Ethel went to get the butler, Chloe laid back down and shut her eyes. She didn't want to see Mr. Stuert's face has his eyes stared at her most secret place. So Chloe was taken by surprise when she felt his hand between her legs. She bit her lip as he felt along her slit and the puckered hole of her ass.&nbsp; But when his fingers pushed into her tight virginal cunt Chloe let out a yelp of pain from the violation.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>luphawk</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 19:06:36</strong>
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				Who:&nbsp; Alen Stuert (butler)<br>Where:&nbsp; butler’s quarters<br>With:&nbsp; Ethel and Chloe<br>When:&nbsp; Day 1<br><br>Alen let a bit of amusement show on his face, both at the girl’s shamed inability to look a him and at her reaction to his fingers entering her, he knew she would feel far more intimate contact before the night was thru, let alone the weekend.&nbsp; <br><br>He dared not damage her virginity, knowing his lord would want to use her deflowering as entertainment but that didn’t stop him from having some fun with her.&nbsp; As the fingers that were already inside began to wiggle around and explore this untouched place his thumb stroked the small bud of flesh just above her opening.&nbsp; Meanwhile his other hand cupped one of her breasts, lifting it as he squeezed lightly and massaged the nipple between two of his fingers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 21:53:59</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> William Samuel McGowin<br><strong>Where:</strong> Mr. Stuert's office<br><strong>With:</strong> Mr. Stuert<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Reporting for duties<br><hr><br>The Scotsman felt ridiculous in the short, short trouser.&nbsp; He felt like he was smuggling his family's jewels.&nbsp; The "little prize", as Mr. Stuert called him, stood in the kitchen.&nbsp; His legs exposed but his torso still bore his jacket and other articles of clothing.&nbsp; <strong>"This is right off it..."</strong> He muttered to himself.&nbsp; His regular trousers hung on his arm.&nbsp; <strong>"Ahh, Fuck it."</strong> He set his trousers down and began to take off his jacket, vest, shirt and tie.&nbsp; He stood out of the way of the kitchen staff who was watching the man.&nbsp; <strong>"Ah, go on mind your own buisness."</strong> A few choice word came muttered out of his mouth in his native language.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 02:23:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Ethel<br>Where: Mr. Stuert's room<br>With: Mr. Stuert &amp; Chloe<br>When: Day 1<br>What: Getting ready for dinner<br><br>Ethel watched as Mr. Stuert examined her handy work.&nbsp; She was not ashamed of her nakedness, she knew she would be naked most of the upcoming weekend.&nbsp; She did not have any concerns.<br><br>When smirked as Mr Stuert checked her maidenhead as still intact.&nbsp; It was, the girl would not be a virgin tomorrow she mused. When Mr. Stuert moved to CHloe's breasts Ethel cleared her throat.<br><br>"Sorry Sir, but we have to report to Mrs Marsters.&nbsp; She wants us clean and ready to serve dinner" she apologized, knowing that Mrs Marsters expected them to be clean and ready.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy DeVille</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 05:32:03</strong>
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				<em>Who: Chloe<br>Where: Mr. Stuert's Room<br>With: Mr. Stuert and Ethel<br>When: Day 1<br>What: Getting ready for dinner</em><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JGg2yz3XzPQ/TaxOMlJN_oI/AAAAAAAADB4/zBNSS7X9YK4/s1600/080DL1.jpg)</div>As the butler groped her, Chloe started to panic. What was wrong with this horrible man? Did he think she was some kind of slut? The French girl had simply agreed to be a living tray, not to be molested like this. It just wasn't proper! <br><br>"Monsieur! Stop! Please stop!"<br><br>Chloe was thankful that Ethel said something, hopefully it would be enough to stop the disgusting Mr. Stuert.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>luphawk</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 06:01:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Who:&nbsp; Alen Stuert (butler)<br>Where:&nbsp; butler’s quarters<br>With:&nbsp; Ethel and Chloe<br>When:&nbsp; Day 1<br><br>Alen was slightly disappointed when the asked him to stop and Ethel reminded him that the girls needed to report to the housekeeper.&nbsp; His hand moved to her other breast grabbing it and polling up a bit as he had the other before giving the thinly valid excuse “yes, just making sure the folds of your breasts are clean.” <br><br>He let go of the French girl on his bed, removing his fingers from her and thinking he would have his fun with her latter as he turned to Ethel “you did an exquisite job on her, now for your inspection.” he said as his hand began feeling between her legs, starting in much the same fashion as he had with the French girl but knowing she was not a virgin and considering the time he stopped short of&nbsp; penetrating her.&nbsp; He did lift her breasts as he had the other girl’s, lingering on them a bit longer then perhaps he should have.<br><br>“very well” he finally said as he let go of her breasts “by my judgment you are both fit to be serving treys, thou I can’t promise Mrs. Marsters won’t want to inspect you herself.” he almost smiled as he sent them off “report to the kitchen and don’t bother putting your clothes back on.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy DeVille</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 06:28:43</strong>
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				<em>Who: Chloe<br>Where: Mr. Stuert's Room<br>With: Mr. Stuert and Ethel<br>When: Day 1<br>What: Getting ready for dinner</em><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JGg2yz3XzPQ/TaxOMlJN_oI/AAAAAAAADB4/zBNSS7X9YK4/s1600/080DL1.jpg)</div>Chloe was greatly relived when the butler stopped his groping of her most sacred spots. She sat up on the bed and tried to not look as he "inspected" Ethel. The man truly was a beast. When he was finished, he barked at them to leave. Chloe was only too happy to obey. But there was one part of his instructions she had a problem with.<br><br>"Don't put our clothes back on? But zen anyone could see us like zis!" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>luphawk</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 06:43:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Who:&nbsp; Alen Stuert (butler)<br>Where:&nbsp; butler’s quarters<br>With:&nbsp; Ethel and Chloe<br>When:&nbsp; Day 1<br><br>Alen’s hint of a smile showed a bit more as he responded to the younger girl’s complaint “no point in covering yourself now, <strong>everyone will</strong> see you like this before the night is out.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 09:23:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Who: Ethel<br>Where: Mr. Stuert's room<br>With: Mr. Stuert &amp; Chloe<br>When: Day 1<br>What: Getting ready for dinner<br><strong>Tag: Mrs Marsters</strong></em><br><br><hr><br>Ethel could see Chloe was going to find this weekend hard.&nbsp; Especially o begin with, hopefully she would grow to enjoy the sexual frolics as Ethel herself did.&nbsp; But it was certainly going to be an eye opening experience for the young French maid.<br><br>When Mr Stuert touched her she held in her moans of desire.&nbsp; She wanted the man to take her, to push her over his bed and pound her till she came.&nbsp; There would be time for that later, but for now, they needed to find Mrs Marsters.<br><br>When Chloe said about clothes, Mr Stuert got there first.&nbsp; Ethel sighed, taking the girl's hand, "stay close to me Chloe.&nbsp; We'll be spending most of the weekend naked.&nbsp; Its not just tonight dear, but the next few days." She told her, knowing that the French girl was in for a rough time.&nbsp; Ethel would try to protect her, but there would be times when they weren't together.<br><br>"Now, lets try Mrs Marster's office.<br><br>They walked along the corridor, Ethel holding onto Chloe's hand, knocking at the housekeeper's office door.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 18:51:13</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> William Samuel McGowin<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Kitchen<br><strong>With:</strong> OPEN<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Mucking about<br><hr>The dark blonde man tidied up his clothing.&nbsp; They were stashed away in an open been.&nbsp; There the man stood in nothing but the short trousers.&nbsp; His pale skin was covered with fine spread of reddish dark hair.&nbsp; He wasn't like most male mammals with thick dark hair running every which way.&nbsp; He felt relieve about that situation; Willaim didn't want to look like a bear.&nbsp; The gentleman stood aside as the kitchen staff was whipped up the evening meal.&nbsp; He glanced around and notice the severing platters weren't out.&nbsp; As workers past by him, William tried to ask about the platters.&nbsp; It wasn't like the man was in the know.&nbsp; <strong>"Laddy....Lass..."</strong> They didn't stop to pay him any attention.&nbsp; <strong>"Whit aboot th' platters?</strong> He asked aloud uncertain if he would get an answer.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 00:04:36</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Dahlia Stevens<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Pretty22.jpg)</div><br><strong>Where:</strong> The Kitchen<br><strong>With:</strong> Mrs. Rogers, Sir Torres, Alice and Lord Andrew Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Preparing dinner<br><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Dahlia worked around the kitchen quickly - torn between Mrs. Rogers and Sir Torres - cleaning as she went: pots, pans, vegetables, wipin down the sinks and counters as one dish was prepared and they moved onto the next. Sent off to the pantry for potatoes, she heard the sounds of Alice in the corridor with Lord Andrew. She couldn't help but press to the wall, the large, heavy bowl of potatoes held to her side with one arm. Her tongue moved along her lips as she listened to the debauched sounds coming from the maid. Late again...The girl was forever late. Part of Dahlia wondered if it was just to receive punishment...Especially from Lord Andrew. <br><br>The house was in abuzz. Guests were arriving one after the next and dinner was approaching quickly. They could have done with another day of prep, but here it was. She would be put onto pastries and cakes for coffee later - the job she looked forward to, right along with morning tea. Her free hand slid down her thigh, over her white apron that covered a light grey dress, pressing close to the vee of her thighs as she enjoyed the sounds - rising higher and higher until the young woman came against his fingers - the situation more than evident without her even needing to see it. She pushed from the wall at Cook's call for her again.<br><br>She slid the bowl of potatoes toward the sink. She would need to clean them next, then peeled, boil and cut in preparation, but first she needed to check the roast. "A little while longer Mrs. Rogers. I'll check it again in fifteen." She moved to the sink and began scrubbing the potatoes clean. </span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Stannous</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 00:25:55</strong>
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				(transferring this from the big thread with appropriate edits)<br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lecvs2vhxl1qbyk5qo1_500.jpg)<br>Who: Armando Zavieta Torres<br>Where: The Kitchen<br>With: Mrs. Rogers, Miss Stevens, Alice and Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>When: Day 1<br>What: Preparing dinner<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, cocinero magnífico! Or, so he told himself. Of course, in truth there were other people that helped with the cooking.<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 that, there were exotic meats to be prepared; he had heard talk of the Henshaws importing what they called "elafont" 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 and overheard Dahlia speak of the roast that was still in the oven. Snapping his fingers, he brought his platter of finger meats over to the less spectacular coal oven, lighting the fire inside and putting the platter in. After that, he shuffled over to the veritable mountain of fruit that the good Lady Henshaw had requested, began transporting them to one of the other sinks not occupied by the potatoes and when that deed was done, he started dutifully cleaning the fruit.<br><br><em>"That girl will never learn, I think."</em> thought the Spaniard as he did his work, occasionally looking at the wall on which the punishment on the other side had taken place. "The fruit will be washed here very soon, Mrs. Rogers!" he called out. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy DeVille</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 05:22:31</strong>
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				<em>Who: Chloe<br>Where: Mr. Stuert's Room<br>With: Mr. Stuert and Ethel<br>When: Day 1<br>What: Getting ready for dinner</em><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JGg2yz3XzPQ/TaxOMlJN_oI/AAAAAAAADB4/zBNSS7X9YK4/s1600/080DL1.jpg)</div>As Ethel led her down the hall, Chloe felt relived to be getting away from Mr. Stuert. However, she felt humiliated walked the halls naked. The maid did her best to cover up. Her free arm was draped across her breasts and she walked with her legs close together to make her shaved pussy less visible. The thought of having to spend the whole weekend in this state horrified the young French girl. She was beginning to wonder what exactly she had gotten herself into. Chloe reminded herself that it was all for her family. At least she had one ally here.<br><br>"Merci, Ethel. I can not zank you enough for your kindness." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 06:20:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3a/WS_McGowin.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> William Samuel McGowin<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Kitchen<br><strong>With:</strong> Mr. Torres, Dahalia<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Mucking about<br><hr><br>The man was missing his home.&nbsp; He was use to the McTgerts.&nbsp; It was a true castle even had a moat.&nbsp; It was drafty but it was home.&nbsp; The sound was laid by hand.&nbsp; He knew every each but here William just out of place.&nbsp; <br><br>He looked to one of the female cooks.&nbsp; William shuffled his feet over to the brown haired woman.&nbsp; <strong>"Excuse me, ah wis telt to report 'ere"</strong> He ask her.&nbsp; His eyes checked the woman out.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 10:41:18</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Dahlia Stevens<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Pretty22.jpg)</div><br><strong>Where:</strong> The Kitchen<br><strong>With:</strong> Mrs. Rogers, Sir Torres, William McGowin<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Preparing dinner<br><hr>Dahlia turned from her work at the kitchen - not wanting another scolding from either Rogers or Torres, she gave him very little heed. All the same, she couldn't help but giggle a bit. She tried to stop it, to stifle it, but her shoulders hunched slightly and she turned her face away from him, closing her eyes. What in the heavens had the Henshaws picked out this time? Boy, it was true money didn't buy taste...yeesh.&nbsp; She swallowed and went back to scrubbing. "What in the world are you supposed to be reporting for?" She leaned from him slightly, not exactly sure what to make of him. "Either way, I'm not the one you should be seeing." She motioned with a nod toward Mrs. Rogers and Sir Torres. "It's one of them you'll be needin to see. Not me..." Had it been her she wouldn't have had him in that outfit. That was damned sure...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 18:10:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3a/WS_McGowin.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> William Samuel McGowin<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Kitchen<br><strong>With:</strong> Mr. Torres, Dahalia<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Mucking about<br><hr><br>The man shrugged.&nbsp; <strong>Howfur am ah suppose to know, a'm freish"</strong> He looked to the cook.&nbsp; Though she was dressed in her cooking uniform, Dahlia was quite good looking.&nbsp; <strong>"Na?....."</strong> William followed her finger.&nbsp; <strong>"Aye.."</strong> His gazed stayed on the woman and the man for a moment.&nbsp; <strong>"Frae th' looks o' it, A'd prefer ye.</strong> He said as William brought his brown eyes back to the woman.&nbsp; William gave the woman a wink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 19:53:57</strong>
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				<strong>Who: </strong>Dahlia Stevens <div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Pretty22.jpg)</div><strong>Where:</strong> The Kitchen<br><strong>With: </strong>Mrs. Rogers, Sir Torres, William McGowin<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Preparing dinner<br><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"While you may 'prefer' me...I'm not the one in charge sir..." A playful grin was thrown his way over her shoulder. At this point he was slowing her down, though she didn't mind the company - it would have been better served once the evening had actually begun and her duties were, for the most part, over. It wasn't uncommon for things to get sexual around the Henshaw manor house, as evidenced by Alice and Lord Andrew just down the hall a bit. Those unaccustomed to what went on here were sure to be shocked - at first by this evening's escapades and it looked like he was to be used in some manor during the events. <br><br>Dahlia continued to scrub the potatoes in the sink after a look from Mrs. Rogers. The potatos were to be cooked and mashed, whipped and seasoned and piped into small phylo dough cups to be topped with chives bacon and cheeses, as well as atop crisp baked bread slices with thinly shaves pieces of salmon and a tiny bit of chopped leeks - part of the 'finger' foods to be laid out on the girls for the guests. Anything left over from the very large amount of potatoes would be made into vichyssoise tomorrow.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 22:32:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3a/WS_McGowin.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> William Samuel McGowin<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Kitchen<br><strong>With:</strong> Mr. Torres, Dahalia<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Mucking about<br><hr><br>The man, in just terrible short trousers, returned the playful grin to the lass.&nbsp; She was very pretty.&nbsp; The man did his best to stay out of the woman's way.&nbsp; William was well aware of how a kitchen ran.&nbsp; Cooks shuffled around him.&nbsp; This weekend was very important and that was about William knew.&nbsp; It was still a mystery of his tasks.<br><br><strong>"Whit's yer name lassie?"</strong> William asked stepping up closer to table to avoid getting bumped into by another cook.&nbsp; He looked at the mass amount of finger foods.&nbsp; He wondered who all was coming.&nbsp; The strawberry blonde fellow watched the cook work.&nbsp; She appeared very skilled in the kitchen.&nbsp; Just watching her work was making William hungry and not just for food.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 22:47:56</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Dahlia Stevens <br><strong>Where:</strong> The Kitchen<br><strong>With: </strong>Mrs. Rogers, Sir Torres, William McGowin<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What: </strong>Preparing dinner<br><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Wet fingers brushed a bit of hair that escaped the thick braid back from her face, tucked behind an ear, leaving a line of moisture along the edge of it. "Dahlia, sir...And yourself?" God his outfit was horrible. Thankfully he wasn't hard to look at. The lady of the house more than likely picked this one...She seemed right up her alley. The bowl was picked up, the water soaking through part of the apron she wore as she moved past him with a brush of her body, moving to the area to start cutting them up - the counter opposite the sink. She picked up a knife and got to work, every so often, clearing the potatoes into the pot.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 02:46:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3a/WS_McGowin.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> William Samuel McGowin<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Kitchen<br><strong>With:</strong> Mr. Torres, Dahalia<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Mucking about<br><hr><br>The man watched closely as the cook brushed a hair out of her face.&nbsp; Thoughts of his tongue running along the edge of her ear flashed William.&nbsp; <strong>"Dahlia, that's a bonny name fur a bonnie lady....They ca' me William"</strong> His hand came at his shorts, it felt that they were riding up on him.&nbsp; His head turned to follow Dahila.&nbsp; The water crested over her bowl, spilling on to the apron.&nbsp; William kind of wished she wasn't wearing the apron and just a white shirt.&nbsp; From what skin contacted the man, Dahlia had soft kind.&nbsp; He took in a breath of air, the woman's aroma was set apart from potatoes.&nbsp; Her scent was captivating to the man.&nbsp; <strong>"Whit's that heavenly scent? ah tis nae th' taters."</strong> He scooted closer to the cook.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 03:42:39</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Dahlia Stevens <div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Pretty22.jpg)</div><strong>Where:</strong> The Kitchen<br><strong>With:</strong> Mrs. Rogers, Sir Torres, William McGowin<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Preparing dinner<br><hr>The Scot was certainly working his lines and she gave a glance toward Mrs. Rogers working with some of the scullery girls to get the food ready for the living platters. William moved closer to her and she straightened slightly, but not coldly - quite the opposite, simply aware of his closeness.<br><br>When he mentioned 'heavenly scent' she remembered the roast. "More than likely my life on the line..." the words spoken to him in response to his question. Her head would be set out on the chopping block if it was over done. She moved past him with a brief touch once more and a turn of her green eyes up to him before taking up the gloves that were very much too big for her, looking in on the main course. It was perfect, the scent filling the kitchen even more, blending in with all the other scents. She lifted it out, taking a bit of strength to do so. Cook bought the largest cut of meat she could find for this it seemed. Red potatoes and carrots soaking in the dark juices, heavily set upon the top of the wood block on the counter. "Roast is done Mrs. Rogers...I'm almost through with the potatoes." The gloves removed and set beside the pan with the roast before she moved back to her previous work, the knife picked up once more as she made quick work of the potatoes before sliding them into a waiting pot of water, already boiling on the stove.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 05:15:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3a/WS_McGowin.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> William Samuel McGowin<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Kitchen<br><strong>With:</strong> Mr. Torres, Dahalia, Mrs. Rogers.<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Mucking about<br><hr><br>The English woman was looking exceptionally tasty this evening.&nbsp; The curves of the woman's body angled in the right directions.&nbsp; Her bosom shifted as she straightened.&nbsp; His eyes glance down to get a good look.&nbsp; He felt warmly towards.&nbsp; William's cheeks rose as he gave Dahlia a soft smile.<br><br>He chuckled softly at her answer.&nbsp; The man idly picked up a potato.&nbsp; As Dahlia brushed against him, their eyes met.&nbsp; His turned to follow her.&nbsp; The woman pulled a monster of roast.&nbsp; His hands came up to offer assistant but the woman managed.&nbsp; The outer layer had an even dark brown color.&nbsp; It wasn't the only thing making his mouth water.&nbsp; His body turned again as Dahlia made her way back to the table.&nbsp; When Dahila mentioned Mrs. Rogers, William remembered that was the one he need to see.&nbsp; His eyes laid on Mrs. Rogers before turning back to Dahlia.&nbsp; <strong>"Ye'r richt aboot that roast bit ah wis speaking aboot ye."</strong> His eyes looked at the woman from head to toe then came up to meet Dahlia's eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>luphawk</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 06:12:35</strong>
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				Who:&nbsp; Alen Stuert (butler)<br>Where:&nbsp; butler’s quarters to butler’s office leaving<br>With:&nbsp; alone<br>When :&nbsp; day 1 before dinner<br><br>Once the maids left Alen went back to his office to finish his papers.&nbsp; After a while he got up and headed out in search of his lord.&nbsp; There were plans to be finalized and he needed to inform the lord of Chloe’s virginity so it could be factored into her punishment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 06:40:22</strong>
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				<strong>Who: </strong>Dahlia Stevens <div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Pretty22.jpg)</div><br><strong>Where:</strong> The Kitchen<br><strong>With: </strong>Mrs. Rogers, Sir Torres, William McGowin<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Preparing dinner<br><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">A brow was raised to him as she worked on the whipped potatoes for the canapes, stopping as he looked her over quite obviously. "I'm surprised you can smell anything other than the food in here." A glance toward Cook and Sir Torres - too busy to deal with the two of them, frantic at the start of the banquet about to begin, she leaned toward him, her lips almost touching his cheek. "I'd invite you to have a taste and figure it out on your own, but I have a feeling the guests might have their fill of you and leave nothing for the likes of me." Her voice was laced with a playful tone, only so close a moment before pulling away once more - one more look toward her superiors. <br><br>"I've work William. And I like working here...It's not your conventional home..." A bit of a grin lit her lips. "If there's any bit of you left, you'll find me here in the kitchen..." She brushed by him again - the touch of her body against his was certainly not an accident, simply a bit of a pattern it would seem. The girls the food would be laid out on should be arriving any moment...She looked forward to helping 'decorate' them when they took their places. Trays were stacked, heavy with different little items ready for them. </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 07:12:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3a/WS_McGowin.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> William Samuel McGowin<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Kitchen<br><strong>With:</strong> Mr. Torres, Dahalia, Mrs. Rogers.<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Mucking about<br><hr><br>William would admit he could only really smell the likes of the kitchen.&nbsp; Though he thought Dahlia probably smell quite lovely given any other part of the house.&nbsp; She certainly looked it.&nbsp; <strong>"Whit kin ah say juist huv a hooter fur bonny hings"</strong> William put the potato down.&nbsp; He felt the nearness of the woman.&nbsp; The warmth of her breath kissed his cheek.&nbsp; He swallowed hard as she spoke.&nbsp; Without moving his face, he glanced at her.&nbsp; A sly grin came upon him. <strong>"A'd huv plenty beside ah kin need a midnight munchies, my bonny lass."</strong> His tongue wet his lips.<br><br><strong>"Och Aye,&nbsp; I'm starting tae gilravage it as weel."</strong> William nodded his head in agreement of it being unconventional.&nbsp; <strong>"I hope."</strong> His fingers dangled at his side, brushing against her as well.&nbsp; <strong>"Ah will count th' seconds."</strong> He looked at her with the intent of having on the table now.&nbsp; The man gave Dahlia a wink and a nod.<br><br><hr>Who: Lord Darcy Henshaw<br>Where: Servants area<br>With: Open<br>When: Day 1<br>What: Last minute details<br><hr><br>Lord Darcy made his way to the servants area after an brief chat with Lady Connie.&nbsp; She was a fiery vixen when she wanted to be.&nbsp; She loved to get him worked up and begging for more.&nbsp; The bulge in his trouser was clear.&nbsp; He needed a release but was saving himself.&nbsp; It was a long weekend and didn't want to blow his first on just anyone but taking his wife in the middle of dinner would be fun.&nbsp; <br><br>The Lord sought out his butler.&nbsp; It wasn't like Mr. Stuert to avoid Lord Darcy.&nbsp; The man knew tonight was busy one for the servants.&nbsp; He came in search of the butler.&nbsp; Lord Darcy wanted to see how things were progressing for dinner.&nbsp; He was eager to breezy through the meal to the after dinner entertainment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 07:35:46</strong>
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				<strong>Who: </strong>Dahlia Stevens <div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Pretty22.jpg)</div><br><strong>Where: </strong>The Kitchen<br><strong>With:</strong> Mrs. Rogers, Sir Torres, William McGowin<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Preparing dinner<br><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Truly? How much trouble could this house hold? She wondered how many of the new help this weekend would actually enjoy it here or go pale as a sheet and run off home. It sounded like William would be staying...the grin remaining on her lips as his fingers touched along her arm. She didn't give him any more tinder for the fire - purposefully not answering him except with a sway of hips and a glance and just set about her work before she got yelled at, fired or well...punishment was all bad 'round here. Midnight munchies indeed...<br><br>Within a few minutes the phylo cups were filled, garnished and ready, set up on the plate. Next up, the rounds of toasted bread to be topped. She couldn't wait for this day to be over. They'd been in the kitchen forever today it seemed - all week really preparing. Mrs. Rogers had been over the pantry, having her double check, even when she knew the woman would be in to triple check afterword just about every day.<br><br>A glance at Sir Torres and he was working with the fruits and vegetables to be displayed, Willow looking over what he was doing. She should probably be out with the rest of the guests, but it was more than likely her first time at the Weekend as well...couldn't blame the girl for getting away. Dahlia wondered just what was happening in the Library. She'd have to get back in there at some point to return the book she smuggled out.<br><br>Next up would be dessert...She'd have to steal some of those strawberries for garnish...They would be perfect...</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 17:44:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/38/Beatrice-Cropped.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>&nbsp; Beatrice O’Connell<br><strong>Where:</strong> The kitchen<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; Mrs. Rogers, Sir Torres, William McGowin, Dahlia Stevens<br><strong>When: </strong> day 1<br><hr><br>Still feeling slightly confused and aroused thanks to the Earl, Beatrice half-stumbled back into the kitchen. She had put the plate back down in the adjoining room and pressed her hand against her chest as she steadied her breathing.<strong> "The cherry has been served, is there anything else I could assist you with?" </strong>The question was not asked to anyone in particular but rather in general. She knew that she would be on hand all night to make the high-born's guests stay as memorable and pleasing as possible. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 18:36:37</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Earl of Surrey<br><strong>Where:</strong> Servants area<br><strong>With:</strong> Servants<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 before dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Searching for Beatrice<br><hr><br>After enjoying his chat with Alice, the Earl had unfinished business with Beatrice. &nbsp;She had left before the man could push her into bliss. &nbsp;Ever the gentleman, The Earl wanted to see it through. &nbsp;Her taste was still on his mind.<br><br>It was unorthodox but the man sought the woman out. &nbsp;She spoke of the kitchen so that is where the Earl went. &nbsp;The guest came into the kitchen. &nbsp;The smells hung in the air. &nbsp;The scuffling of feet made it known that the cooks were hustling to finish the meal. &nbsp;Several eyes started to stare at the man. &nbsp;Murmurs erupted. &nbsp;He scanned to well lit room till he found her. &nbsp;<strong>"Excuse me, I must speak with Beatrice outside...come now"</strong> the hand, his lordship used on the woman, rose and beckoned her to come.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 18:41:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/38/Beatrice-Cropped.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>&nbsp; Beatrice O’Connell<br><strong>Where:</strong> The kitchen<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; Earl of Surrey<br><strong>When: </strong> day 1<br><hr><br>Beatrice was glad she was no longer holding the plate, as it would have surely clattered to the floor upon the arrival of the Earl. To say that this was highly irregular was an understatement. She had only to read the surprise on the face of the other staff members present to properly weigh the nature of the high nobleman’s presence.&nbsp; She snapped out of her apparent frozen state and approached the Earl. <strong>“My lord, is there something I can do to assist you?”</strong> Her voice was neutral but her eyes were a bit wide and insecure. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 20:21:36</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Earl of Surrey<br><strong>Where:</strong> Servants area<br><strong>With:</strong> Servants<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 before dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Searching for Beatrice<br><hr><br>The Earl looked to mix of stares and stolen glances from the others.&nbsp; He did not wish to intrude but his desires had the best of him.&nbsp; It was almost like a contest this weekend.&nbsp; The game was to enjoy as much as possible.&nbsp; It made it exciting that not room was truly off limits, none that the Earl had found.&nbsp; In the kitchen he could take Beatrice and no one would argue, though the head cook may differ.&nbsp; The two sets of eyes prompted him to answer Beatrice's question.&nbsp; <strong>"Yes,&nbsp; come with me outside."</strong> He took Beatrice by the hand and lead her outside to the back garden.<br><br><strong>----off to the outside thread----- (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=152110.msg6933516#msg6933516)</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 20:37:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3a/WS_McGowin.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> William Samuel McGowin<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Kitchen<br><strong>With:</strong> Mr. Torres, Dahalia, Mrs. Rogers.<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Mucking about<br><hr><br>The cook pushed the man's button.&nbsp; The fire burned inside of him.&nbsp; He bit down on his lower lip as she swayed.&nbsp; William's short trouser felt constricted as he swelled up.&nbsp; The want to throw caution to the wind present in his eyes.&nbsp; He pictured bending the woman over and taking her.&nbsp; Sadly it was a dream, for the head cook would surely cut the poor man if he dared have sex in the kitchen.&nbsp; It was a dream, William wanted to come true but not now....later. <br><br>He remained by Beatrice side as she continued her duties.&nbsp; The food was coming along nicely.&nbsp; It was going to be unexpected when the living serving platters come in to get prepped.&nbsp; The food was making hungry but the man couldn't eat till after the guest had do so.&nbsp; He need to take his mind off it....what will he ever do.&nbsp; As William walked past Dahlia, the man took a bold step by giving her a well placed goose of her arse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 22:31:58</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Dahlia Stevens <div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Pretty22.jpg)</div><br><strong>Where:</strong> The Kitchen<br><strong>With:</strong> Mrs. Rogers, Sir Torres, William McGowin<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Preparing dinner<br><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Dahlia was trying, truly she was to keep her mind on work. The kitchen was getting busier though and she was trying to keep an eye on what she was preparing as well as those coming and going. Beatrice appeared looking a bit flustered. On her heels was the Earl of Surrey. Each of the men that had attended previous weekends at the Henshaws were well known, but this was to be Beatrice's first - and it seemed like it was already off to a rousing start. She grinned sightly as he leaned toward the girl. Not surprisingly he led her outside as there were too many eyes inside the kitchen. It was different in here as compared to anywhere else the activities that made the family notorious went on. In here there was scalding water and sharp knives and clothing was mostly kept on. There was work to be done and was done furiously until the sound of the bell rack going off. Then the help would scurry though the house to attend to those of the household.<br><br>She simply shook her head. Pity the girl only liked men...Dahlia had a feeling the weekend might sway her, maybe...If not there were always others, the thought bringing a grin to her lips. In the midst of the thought of a sensuous little pile of bodies, William moved past her with a pinch to her bottom through the material of the gray dress, earning him a gasp from parted lips, watching him with an amused look.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>luphawk</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 06:26:55</strong>
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				Who:&nbsp; Alen Stuert (butler)<br>Where:&nbsp; outside butler’s office<br>With:&nbsp; lord Darcy<br>When :&nbsp; day 1 before dinner<br><br>As Alen left his office he saw his lord coming up the hall.&nbsp; He turned and walked to him “milord, I was just coming to find you.&nbsp; There are a few matters we need to discus about this weekend.&nbsp; Most pressing is the punishment of Chloe, the French maid who was caught steeling.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 18:43:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3a/WS_McGowin.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> William Samuel McGowin<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Kitchen<br><strong>With:</strong> Mr. Torres, Dahalia, Mrs. Rogers.<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Mucking about<br><hr><br>William continued to grin when Dahlia looked at him.&nbsp; His eyebrows wiggled.&nbsp; His head flicked to the side as a come hither.&nbsp; The man toyed with the bonny lass.&nbsp; This would be settling down at least for a brief moment when dinner had started.&nbsp; William thought he could at least lay some ground work on Dahlia.&nbsp; If he was going to stay in England why not enjoy the local delicacy.<br><br><hr><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Darcy Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Servants area<br><strong>With:</strong> Mr. Stuert<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Last minute details<br><hr><br><strong>"And I&nbsp; you, Alen..."</strong> The Lord look rather pleased.&nbsp; The guest had arrived and everything was going on according.&nbsp; The man was unaware for the situations in the library and other places.&nbsp; In truth as along everyone got along rather well without a serious incident, Lord Darcy was happy.&nbsp; If the man wasn't everyone would know.&nbsp; <strong>"Yes, our little french tart of a thief what of her?"</strong> Lord Darcy took stealing very serious which could get one's limb cut off but in the Henshaw household it wasn't handled like that.&nbsp; Lord Darcy enjoyed displaying the thieves publicly for all to enjoy.&nbsp; He didn't seek pain for stealing but more humiliation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 19:21:27</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Dahlia Stevens <div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Pretty22.jpg)</div><br><strong>Where:</strong> The Kitchen<br><strong>With:</strong> Mrs. Rogers, Sir Torres, William McGowin<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Preparing dinner<br><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Dahlia caught William's more than noticeable entreaties to her to come play. She had work to do! So would he at this point.&nbsp; &nbsp;He would more than likely be serving from one or more of the trays she had helped complete to the guests. Surely Lady Henshaw didn't dress him up like that just to come and bother with the kitchen staff! Her jaw dropped slightly as he motioned for her to leave with him. She'd seen that look before...many times in this house in fact. "Mrs. Rogers, I forgot an item in the pantry...I'll be back as quick as possible!" She knew the woman was lost in her own little world but as long as someone heard her voice intentions to leave the arena of the kitchen, she should be okay...<br><br>She wiped her hands on the white apron and moved toward the pantry, past William with a sideways glance and barely more that a tilt of her lips. </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 20:16:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3a/WS_McGowin.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> William Samuel McGowin<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Kitchen (Pantry)<br><strong>With:</strong> Dahalia, Mr. Torres, Mrs. Rogers.<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Mucking about<br><hr><br>The man didn't wait for an invitation to the pantry.&nbsp; He was on the heels of the bonny lass.&nbsp; His eyes fixed on her arse.&nbsp; The grey dress swaying as the woman walked.&nbsp; <br><br>The pantry was a descent room.&nbsp; The wall were covered by wooden shelves.&nbsp; Nailed to each shelf as a handwritten labeled.&nbsp; Along the north wall was the chute where large sacks of flour, grain, and other ingredients would get delivered.&nbsp; The rafters held the herbs that were being dried.&nbsp; The aroma was a mixed of many different spices, fruits, and other dry goods.&nbsp; <br><br>William followed Dahlia into the room, pushing the door closed behind him.&nbsp; <strong>"Weel bonny lassie, howfur aboot that midnight munchies?</strong> His approached the woman, stepping close her.&nbsp; His hand reached spun the woman around.&nbsp; His hand held firmly on her as to not drop her.&nbsp; He reached up to caress her cheek.&nbsp; <strong>"Bonny...."</strong> He leaned into her.&nbsp; His lips parted slightly as William moved into kiss the beautiful cook.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>luphawk</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 21:32:58</strong>
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				Who:&nbsp; Alen Stuert (butler)<br>Where:&nbsp; outside butler’s office<br>With:&nbsp; lord Darcy<br>When :&nbsp; day 1 before dinner<br><br>“well sir, I inspected the serving platters a short time ago and found the thief’s virtue intact.&nbsp; Given more time I might have taken it myself but I felt sure you would want to use her public deflowering to further her punishment while entertaining your guests.” Alen was well practiced at not showing his emotions but a slight smile appeared on his face as a thought accrued to him.&nbsp; Why had Ethel needed to use his shaving kit?&nbsp; He was sure she had one of her own.&nbsp; Perhaps it was an attempt to get his attention.&nbsp; He wondered how disappointed she might have been when he did not penetrate her as well.&nbsp; He would have to make it up to her latter, maybe after a bit more teasing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 21:41:26</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Lord Darcy Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Servants area<br><strong>With:</strong> Mr. Stuert<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Last minute details<br><hr><br>A sly grin and subtle chuckle presented themselves.&nbsp; This evening was turning out in the good Lord's favor.&nbsp; His hand came up clasped Allen on the shoulder.&nbsp; <strong>"Wonderful news...just what we need this evening."</strong> Allen was a great butler.&nbsp; Lord Darcy trusted him.&nbsp; <strong>"You Sir, are a good man."</strong>&nbsp; The butler could have easily taken the young woman's virtue but he knew the importance of her punishment and the weekend.&nbsp; <strong>"Allen, feel free to enjoy whomever you want this weekend.&nbsp; You have served me faithfully."</strong> He patted the servant on the shoulder.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 22:16:43</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151678.msg6924800#msg6924800">Quote from: Stannous on 15-09-2012, 00:25:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">(transferring this from the big thread with appropriate edits)<br>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lecvs2vhxl1qbyk5qo1_500.jpg)<br>Who: Armando Zavieta Torres<br>Where: The Kitchen<br>With: Mrs. Rogers, Miss Stevens, Alice and Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>When: Day 1<br>What: Preparing dinner<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, cocinero magnífico! Or, so he told himself. Of course, in truth there were other people that helped with the cooking.<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 that, there were exotic meats to be prepared; he had heard talk of the Henshaws importing what they called "elafont" 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 and overheard Dahlia speak of the roast that was still in the oven. Snapping his fingers, he brought his platter of finger meats over to the less spectacular coal oven, lighting the fire inside and putting the platter in. After that, he shuffled over to the veritable mountain of fruit that the good Lady Henshaw had requested, began transporting them to one of the other sinks not occupied by the potatoes and when that deed was done, he started dutifully cleaning the fruit.<br><br><em>"That girl will never learn, I think."</em> thought the Spaniard as he did his work, occasionally looking at the wall on which the punishment on the other side had taken place. "The fruit will be washed here very soon, Mrs. Rogers!" he called out. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><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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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 22:42:12</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Dahlia Stevens <div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Pretty22.jpg)</div><br><strong>Where:</strong> The Kitchen Pantry<br><strong>With:</strong>William McGowin<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Teasing...<br><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Dahlia turned, her back toward the room as William followed her inside, her eyes on him once in the pantry. He closed the door, only a little bit of light coming through from below the door. "You should leave that open a bit..."She moved back slowly until her back was up against the high piles of sacks of flour, her breathing a little quicker as she licked her lips slowly. "We won't be in here but a minute...I've work to finish William..." Her voice was teasing - playing with him. She wanted to leave him with just a taste for later - something to come back and find her for. <br><br>The store room was packed with food. They were told to provide for the guests every wish - and if what was on the extensive menu was not to someone's liking, they were to have adequate stores to work on making something that the guest would like, or if they sent their footmen or maids down to the kitchen in the middle of the night to make them something, the kitchen staff - at least a skeleton crew, were supposed to be on hand to keep the kitchen going and the guests and family happy. </span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 23:02:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3a/WS_McGowin.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> William Samuel McGowin<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Kitchen (Pantry)<br><strong>With:</strong> Dahalia, Mr. Torres, Mrs. Rogers.<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Trying to get cooking with the bonny lass.<br><hr><br>His hands came back to his side.&nbsp; He turned to open the door a crack.&nbsp; As the open was left a jar, William turned to face the bonny lass.&nbsp; She was perched up against the flour sack.&nbsp; The way she looked made the man's loins burned with desire.&nbsp; <strong>"Och aye? then ah shuid git stairted then"</strong> He closed the distance between them.&nbsp; The bulge in his pants had no where to hide.&nbsp; He grin make him look like a wild fox seeking his prey.&nbsp; His eyes were filled with lust.&nbsp; The man stood in front Dahlia.&nbsp; His hand slid along her hips around to her backside, cupping her bottom.&nbsp; <strong>"Sae bonny whit kin we dae in a minute?"</strong> His lips moved forward searching for hers.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 23:13:23</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Dahlia Stevens <div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Pretty22.jpg)</div><br><strong>Where:</strong> The Kitchen Pantry<br><strong>With:</strong>William McGowin<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Teasing...<br><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">William was quick, already up against her, pressing into her body as his hands smoothed over her hips and down over her bottom to take a handful of her each. She was glad for the slightly opened door - allowing her to watch him, see the look in his eyes at least a little. "No much I'm afraid..." She pressed her lips to his, one hand sliding over his neck, fingers curling behind, her eyes closing as they kissed. Her other hand&nbsp; moved along his side. There was no time for this to get very intimate - she meant only to tease him and send him off to the wolves in the library. To give him a bit to think about as the women and even some of the men tried to have their turns with him. <br><br>A soft moan into that kiss and her tongue was playing with his, the moment intensifying quickly in the darkened pantry. Her lips yielded easily, though she didn't yield much more. If she was gone very long, Mrs. Rogers or Sir Torres would certainly find reason to go looking or worse yet, report her disappearance at the height of dinner. She could afford neither - especially to be caught with a new hire in the pantry giving the wares away before the meal was served...</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 01:43:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3a/WS_McGowin.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> William Samuel McGowin<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Kitchen (Pantry)<br><strong>With:</strong> Dahlia, Mr. Torres, Mrs. Rogers.<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Trying to get cooking with the bonny lass.<br><hr><br>The time for talking had passed. &nbsp;The man had a short agenda with Dahlia. &nbsp;His lips pressed into her, trying to part them subtly. &nbsp;His tongue brushed along her lips, taunting Dahlia's to play. &nbsp;His hand massage and caressed her round firm arse. &nbsp;His fingers work against the grey fabric as they tried to hike up the long skirt.<br><br>He felt her moan rush into his mouth. &nbsp;Her tongue was also in the mood to play. &nbsp;William fought with himself to stop, knowing she would get in trouble. &nbsp;His own wants pushed him to continue. &nbsp;As Dahlia's supple lips slowed, William kissed his way down her cheek. &nbsp;He found were her neck met her shoulder. &nbsp;His tongue licked along her collar bone. &nbsp;He moaned into her skin. &nbsp;Slowly William started to nip at her skin. &nbsp;His teeth grazed her skin. &nbsp;He breathily moaned again as William pressed his throbbing erection against her inner thigh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 02:14:59</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Dahlia Stevens <div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Pretty22.jpg)</div><br><strong>Where:</strong> The Kitchen Pantry<br><strong>With:</strong>William McGowin<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Teasing...<br><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She held to him, kissing him passionately, feeling his hands pulling the gray fabric upward with a rustle, up over her stockinged legs, her thighs. It was all too quick. She enjoyed it, but she wanted more and this was going too quick. He wanted all of her right now and she wasn't prepared to give him that quite yet... Ah, but he made her body pulse and her panties wet - all too quickly. She wanted to keep going but wanted to push him away all the same. Dahlia's mind screamed at her that there would be time for this later. <br><br>William's lips trailed along her cheek, down along her neck as her eyes closed once again. Her fingers pulled him closer as his tongue licked at the base of her neck, eliciting a soft little shaky gasp from her and then his teeth...god...She needed to stop this....All she could think of was rocking her hips closer, rubbing, pressing and pulling him tighter. Her breasts rose and fell in the tightly bound top of her dress, the scoop neckline exposing the straining flesh.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 02:31:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3a/WS_McGowin.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> William Samuel McGowin<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Kitchen (Pantry)<br><strong>With:</strong> Dahlia, Mr. Torres, Mrs. Rogers.<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Trying to get cooking with the bonny lass.<br><hr><br>His breath brushed along Dahlia's skin.&nbsp; His fingers continued to work up the gray fabric.&nbsp; His body pressed into hers.&nbsp; His heart pounded in his chest.&nbsp; <strong>"Och Dahlia, ye het lassie."</strong> His hand shifted, one continued at the fabric and other found a home on her apron.&nbsp; His hand began to massage at Dahlia's bosom.&nbsp; As She breathed, William's hand rode along.&nbsp; <br><br>At this moment, William only cared about pleasing this woman.&nbsp; Her skin was warm against him.&nbsp; His fingers teased at the woman's clothed breast.&nbsp; William worked without reason for stopping.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 02:47:44</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Dahlia Stevens <div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Pretty22.jpg)</div><br><strong>Where:</strong> The Kitchen Pantry<br><strong>With:</strong>William McGowin<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Teasing...but is it just teasing?<br><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">The shadows passing by the barely opened pantry swallowed up what light was let into the room, the sounds of the kitchen drifting in to them. She knew there were people close and part of her knew she should stop this, push him away and let the frustration ride high through them, but she couldn't keep her hands from moving over his sides, his hips, pulling him closer still. "William, we...we need to stop...I...I should get back..." Her voice was breathy, evident that she really didn't want to stop, but her job kept pushing on her thoughts.<br><br>One hand moved up to caress over her breasts and she felt his fingers across the tight tips of her nipples pushing at the fabric, sensitive and hard, her body arching slightly to him. Dahlia slid one leg up along his own, not knowing if he had the strength to stop what they started at this point. </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>luphawk</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 02:57:12</strong>
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				Who:&nbsp; Alen Stuert (butler)<br>Where:&nbsp; outside butler’s office<br>With:&nbsp; lord Darcy<br>When :&nbsp; day 1 before dinner<br><br>Having served the Henshaw family more then half his life Alen was a very loyal butler and the grin on his lord’s face brought him grate joy, thou as usual he didn’t let it show.&nbsp; He did let a slight smile cross his face as the lord complemented him but when he told him he could enjoy whomever he wished he couldn’t help letting that small smile widen into a grin.&nbsp; As the butler his pleasures were usually limited to the staff beneath him and any guests that might pursue him but he was now being given permission to pursue the guests and his mind raced to think who he wanted “whomever?” he repeated as a half question, one eyebrow raised.&nbsp; He had a full guest list of course but he had not been there when the gusts arrived and many of the first timers where little more then words on paper to him yet.&nbsp; Despite his thoughts he added “thank you sir!” with genuine gratitude before the lord could respond to his half question.<br><br>He cleared his head, he could think of who he wanted latter, now he was speaking with his lord.&nbsp; “Chloe was the primary reason I was coming to talk with you.&nbsp; The rest is not pressing.&nbsp; The Scottish footmen the lady won reported to me and I gave him the short trousers before sending him to the kitchen to help with the banquet.&nbsp; The dogs are ready and eager for the hunt tomorrow but we will need something with the sent of each of the prey.&nbsp; And of course I anticipated your need for the stocks with our little thief, they are ready to be set up at your word.&nbsp; I was thinking in the court yard, perhaps with a cloth covering so you may surprise her with them.” he suggested.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 03:32:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3a/WS_McGowin.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> William Samuel McGowin<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Kitchen (Pantry)<br><strong>With:</strong> Dahlia, Mr. Torres, Mrs. Rogers.<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Trying to get cooking with the bonny lass.<br><hr><br>The woman's words fell on deafened ears.&nbsp; William's heart pounded loudly, ringing through his body.&nbsp; His lip kissing Dahlia's soft skin along her edge of her shirt.&nbsp; He manged to find skin under that grey dress of hers.&nbsp; His hand ran along the woman's warm thigh.&nbsp; He pushed up towards her cheek.&nbsp; His fingers flexed, squeezing her.<br><br>Even through the apron, William's fingers teased Dahlia's nipple.&nbsp; Rushes of hot air escape through his nose.&nbsp; Breathy moans cried out from William.&nbsp; His hands were getting more daring, pressing the man's luck.<br><br><strong>"BLOODY HELL"</strong> The unforgettable voice of Mrs. Roger carried out.&nbsp; <strong>"HOW BLOODY LONG DOES IT TAKE TO GET GOODs OUT OF THE PANTRY....MS. STEVENS.."</strong> The cook cried out for the help.&nbsp; It didn't stop William from preforming....<br><br><hr><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Darcy Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Servants area<br><strong>With:</strong> Mr. Stuert<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Last minute details<br><hr><br><strong>"You deserve it Allen...whomever."</strong> The look on Allen's face made the Lord chuckle.&nbsp; This man before Lord Darcy was by far the only butler for The Henshaws.&nbsp; <strong>"You are quite welcome."</strong> Lord Darcy patted the man's shoulder once more before returning his hand to his side.&nbsp; <br><br>As Allen spoke, Lord Darcy rubbed his chin.&nbsp; <strong>"She will be dealt with.."</strong> The Scottsman was a gift to Lady Henshaw from herself.&nbsp; Lord Darcy was just barely fortunate to win him.&nbsp; <strong>"Oh how Lady Connie likes to sample the world..."</strong> He shook his head slightly, still amused by the situation.&nbsp; <strong>"Yes...While we are at dinner see to their bags for garments or other items.&nbsp; I will conduct the garment inspection before dinner.&nbsp; We need good sents for the hounds..."</strong> It was tradition, the fox hunt.&nbsp; It was cruel to use actual foxes so the Henshaw used something a bit for fun, the woman.&nbsp; The dogs didn't harm the woman but Lord Darcy had them might as well use them.&nbsp; Often enough they left the woman alone but more willing foxes enjoyed the attention.&nbsp; <strong>"Perfect, Perfect...After dinner, we will not let her clean up and Allen remember to leave it up over night..Remember?"</strong> The Lord grinned slyly at the man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 03:58:07</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Dahlia Stevens <div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Pretty22.jpg)</div><br><strong>Where:</strong> The Kitchen Pantry<br><strong>With:</strong>William McGowin<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Teasing...but is it just teasing?<br><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">William's warm hands moved over the bit of bare skin between stockings and bloomers, pushing the soft fabric up, gripping and squeezing flesh that was more than willing at this point. Her nails started to bite into his skin, but she knew she couldn't mark him - even if she wanted to. Her bottom would be red for days. He was pushing her higher though, tempting her closer to that edge where she was willing to give in and just say screw it. Her fingers flexed on his skin, her hands moving up, into his hair - she could find a grip there without anyone else knowing, pressing him gently to the creamy flesh of her breast.<br><br>It was then she heard Mrs. Rogers bellowing for her, visibly wincing as she straightened, her fingers loosening in his hair, moving to his shoulder to push him away quite unwillingly, her hands moving down to smooth her skirt. Dahlia's body pulsed and she moved to him, kissing him once more, a hand on his cheek. "Later William...come find me...If you want to continue that is..." One more kiss and she made sure her dress was straight but could do nothing about the sight of the tight peaks of her breasts pushing against the fabric. She gave him one more look and a slight playful smile before slipping out of the pantry and into the kitchen once more. "Sorry Mrs. Rogers!! I'm back ma'am, where would you like me?"<br><br>Cook sent her in to finish dressing the tables for dinner - the girls were already in place atop the main tables, but she was sent to set the sidebars with several trays of food, cloth napkins, extra spoons and tongs as well as small china plates with a delicate blue and gold pattern. Dinner would be starting any moment...</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 05:50:08</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151908.msg6939041#msg6939041">Quote from: DS2K on 18-09-2012, 02:16:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Who:</strong> Robert<br><strong>Where:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>With:</strong> Willow, Armando (if he is still with us)<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 evening, before dinner<br><br>As Robert was being lean to the dinning room he spotted the kitchen door and walked in, "best way to lean if the cooking is any good is to have a look at the kitchen", he say to him self as he walked in"&nbsp; He stop as he was a young lady, watching the cook hard at work.&nbsp; "<strong>Well hello miss..</strong>.", he trailed off as he took in how beautiful she looked in the pink dress.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa266/afi_hottie/tumblr_loh53zO4c91qfd1mco1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Lady Willow<br>Kitchen<br>Armando, Robert</strong><br><hr>Willow was watching the cook when she heard a male voice behind her. She turned around, her dress twirling as she did.<br><br>"Oh, hello." She said softly with a smile. "I don't believe we've met." Willow continued, curtsying politely for him. "I'm Willow Henshaw."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 06:07:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3a/WS_McGowin.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> William Samuel McGowin<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Kitchen (Pantry)<br><strong>With:</strong> Dahlia, Mr. Torres, Mrs. Rogers.<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Trying to get cooking with the bonny lass.<br><hr><br>The man growled as Dahlia scrapped across his skin.&nbsp; His fingers pawed and begged for her flesh to be exposed.&nbsp; He breathed deeply.&nbsp; His excitement pressed against his short trouser, wanting to be release.<br><br>The cook had cried for her help.&nbsp; William moaned disbelief.&nbsp; He wasn't ready for the bonny to leave.&nbsp; <strong>"Mmm...Bonny."</strong>&nbsp; It was a bad dream.&nbsp; His body felt like it was begin ripped away from her.&nbsp; She pushed his body away.&nbsp; <strong>"Ah wull bonny yin, ah will....I dae."</strong> The fire was in his eyes.&nbsp; He wanted her.&nbsp; It was unfortunate she left.&nbsp; His hormones filled his body.&nbsp; His lips lingered as long as the could before Dahlia rushed away.&nbsp; As she glanced one final time, William licked his lip sensually and gave her a wink.&nbsp; <br><br>Deep inside the man, he cried out for relief.&nbsp; She worked the coals in his burning loins.&nbsp; He heard her call out for where she was needed.&nbsp; William had a place fore her, bent over table.&nbsp; He took a few calming breaths and stepped out of the pantry.&nbsp; He stood proudly.&nbsp; The man scanned the room besides the cooks, there was a guest he assumed and the youngest Henshaw.&nbsp; If he made eye contact take with the lassie, Willaim bowed polite as she was his Lord's Daughter. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DS2K</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 06:17:02</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151678.msg6940025#msg6940025">Quote from: persephone325 on 18-09-2012, 05:50:08</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Lady Willow<br>Kitchen<br>Armando, Robert</strong><br><hr>Willow was watching the cook when she heard a male voice behind her. She turned around, her dress twirling as she did.<br><br>"Oh, hello." She said softly with a smile. "I don't believe we've met." Willow continued, curtsying politely for him. "I'm Willow Henshaw."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Robert Smith <br>Kitchen<br>Armando, </strong><strong>Willow</strong><br><br>"<strong>Well hello miss Henshaw, the name is Robert Smith, a pleaser to meet you</strong>", Robert say stepping up to her and moving to kiss her hand.&nbsp; <br>"<strong>You must be one the lovely daughters of the host that I had hear so much about</strong>", he say as he try to keep his eyes on the face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 06:22:59</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, Robert</strong><br><hr>Willow let him kiss her hand. "The pleasure is mine." She said with a smile.<br><br>"Yes. I'm their daughter." She paused. "Well, <em>one</em> of the daughters." She corrected. "Have you attended one of these parties before?" She asked him, she didn't recognize him. But then again, she'd only ever spied on a few of the parties.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>luphawk</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 07:00:19</strong>
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				Who:&nbsp; Alen Stuert (butler)<br>Where:&nbsp; outside butler’s office<br>With:&nbsp; lord Darcy<br>When :&nbsp; day 1 before dinner<br><br>Alen nodded, the hints of a grin still visible on his usually blank face “of course sir, and appropriate item shall be procured for each female guest.”&nbsp; then the lord spoke of leaving the stocks up overnight and Alen’s grin widened again and he even chuckled a bit “I wouldn’t forget sir, quite looking forward to it actually.”&nbsp; <br><br>After a moment thinking about the stocks Alen asked “that covers the reason I was looking for you sir, why were you seeking me?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 18:50:26</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Lord Darcy Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Servants area<br><strong>With:</strong> Mr. Stuert<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Last minute details<br><hr><br><strong>"Good man"</strong> Allen had cooked up something special with Mrs. Marsters for this fifth anniversary weekend.&nbsp; &nbsp;The Lord was rather pleased with Allen's idea.&nbsp; Lord Darcy hadn't thought about it before but that is why he had Allen.<br><br>Lord Darcy looked to his Allen.&nbsp; <strong>"Last minute details is all."</strong> The Lord gave Allen a nod of his head.&nbsp; <strong>"Dinner should be ready shortly correct...I will inspect the dinning hall.&nbsp; Thank you Allen that will be all."</strong> He gave the man a slight bow of his head then another pat on Allen's shoulder before heading off towards the dinning hall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>luphawk</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 22:02:21</strong>
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				Who:&nbsp; Alen Stuert (butler)<br>Where:&nbsp; outside butler’s office<br>With:&nbsp; lord Darcy<br>When :&nbsp; day 1 before dinner<br><br>Was that really all he had wanted?&nbsp; It seamed a minor thing but Alen answered “yes sir, after inspecting the serving trays I sent them off to the kitchen.&nbsp; Assuming there were no delays they should have food being placed on them as we speak.” the lord spoke of checking the dinning hall before dismissing him “very well sir, I shall see to the footmen’s instructions.” <em>and my own pleasure</em> he thought as he parted ways with his lord.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DS2K</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 08:08:09</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151678.msg6940201#msg6940201">Quote from: persephone325 on 18-09-2012, 06:22:59</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">[/q]<strong>Lady Willow<br>Kitchen<br>Armando, Robert</strong><br><hr>Willow let him kiss her hand. "The pleasure is mine." She said with a smile.<br><br>"Yes. I'm their daughter." She paused. "Well, <em>one</em> of the daughters." She corrected. "Have you attended one of these parties before?" She asked him, she didn't recognize him. But then again, she'd only ever spied on a few of the parties.<br><br><br>"<strong>No first time I been invited to one, form what i been told they can get somewhat kinky</strong>", he say if a smile, "<strong>If I may be so bold, you do look very lovely in that dress wound you be so willing to let me kiss you</strong>"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 12:25:56</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, Robert</strong><br><hr>Willow smiled at his words. "Well thank you." She replied. At least someone noticed the time and effort she put into looking her best.<br><br>"Lord Robert, are you asking to kiss me?" She asked playfully, her brown eyes glinted in the light.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 22:19:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3a/WS_McGowin.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> William Samuel McGowin<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Kitchen (Pantry)<br><strong>With:</strong> Dahlia, Mr. Torres, Mrs. Rogers.<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Trying to get cooking with the bonny lass.<br><hr><br>As the Dinning hall was setup, William did what he could to help.&nbsp; While the man worked, his erection had finally subside but the memory remained.&nbsp; He stole glance at Dehlia as the past each other.&nbsp; He may have been the for the Lady of the house but William want this bonny lass.&nbsp; <br><br>When guest started to funnel into the dinning hall, William decked back into the kitchen.&nbsp; He wasn't ready to be someone else play thing.&nbsp; William's feet carried him behind Dahlia.&nbsp; <strong>"Sae, Bonny Lass..."</strong> His fingers was drug down the center of her grey dress.&nbsp; His lips moved close to her ear.&nbsp; <strong>"Afore ah huv tae wirk, howfur aboot anither taste?"</strong> He stood directly behind her, his hand obscured by her body.&nbsp; William took two handfuls of English rump.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 22:50:34</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Dahlia Stevens <div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Pretty22.jpg)</div><br><strong>Where:</strong> The Kitchen <br><strong>With:</strong>William McGowin<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Trying to keep her mind on work<br><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">A glance upward each time someone entered the kitchen had her catching the eye of William as he came and went out to the dining room, delivering drinks, seeing to guests needs and she was sure he provided a sight for the women - especially those who had never been to a weekend at the Henshaws. At some point, her back was turned as she started to prepare the sweets and cakes for coffee later as well as the offerings throughout the night - an open table of food for any that had a craving not so carnal during the middle of the evening. This was when she heard William's voice once more, his hands moving over her body, down to grab her bottom. <br><br>"Do you deserve another taste? And out here for all to see? I'd rather not be punished." She grinned a&nbsp; bit over her shoulder to him, her lips near to his. "You'll have to wait until this evening..." She touched a honeyed fingertip to his lips, smearing a bit of the sweetness along his bottom lip.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 23:06:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3a/WS_McGowin.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong> William Samuel McGowin<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Kitchen (Pantry)<br><strong>With:</strong> Dahlia, Mr. Torres, Mrs. Rogers.<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Trying to get cooking with the bonny lass.<br><hr><br><strong>"Aye..."</strong> Willaim whispered into Dahlia's ear <strong>"Ye git me worked up guid"</strong> His grin matched the womna's&nbsp; <strong>"Ah gaun tae haud ye tae that mah bonny lassie"</strong> He hands moved to her hips.&nbsp; His waist pressing into her backside.&nbsp; The honey was just as sweet as Dahlia.&nbsp; His lips parted, trying to suck on her finger.&nbsp; His tongue slithered out.&nbsp; The tip of tongue landed on Dahlia's finger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 23:23:35</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Dahlia Stevens <div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Pretty22.jpg)</div><br><strong>Where:</strong> The Kitchen <br><strong>With:</strong>William McGowin, Mr. Torres, Mrs. Rogers<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Trying to keep her mind on work<br><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">His words brought a grin to her lips, her bottom pressing back into him, teasing him further as her hips rocked slowly. He was dangerous for her - even with the bulk of people being out in the dining room. She felt his tongue lick at the teasing taste of honey she offered, pressed between his lips gently to allow him to suck the thick amber sweetness from her. "That's all you get for the time being William...I promise the wait will be worth it..." Her voice was low and lusty - only for him. For a moment though, her eyes glanced over her other shoulder, looking for any sight of others who could come into the kitchen at any moment.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DS2K</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 00:52:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://members.optushome.com.au/darkshadow01/Victorian%20Romp.jpg)</div><strong>Robert Smith<br>Kitchen<br>Lady Willow</strong><br><br>Robert moved in close, pining her back against the table, as he looked deep into her brown eyes glinted in the light.<br>"<strong>It's not every day one get to meet a lovely young lady with the beauty that appeals to the heart as well as to the eye</strong>", he say as he move his mouth close to hers
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 01:01:06</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>Robert</strong><br><hr>Willow leaned back, her hands propping her against the table.<br><br>"Is that so?" She said, moving her head back just enough that he would have to come closer or pull her to him. A playful smile on her lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DS2K</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 01:14:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://members.optushome.com.au/darkshadow01/Victorian%20Romp.jpg)</div><strong>Robert Smith<br>Kitchen<br>Lady Willow</strong><br><hr>Robert place his hands on the table to prop himself up, trapping her between his arm, as he slowly move his mouth closer to hers.<br>Stopping just short of them touching.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 01:34:26</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>Robert</strong><br><hr>Willow kept her head still, the smile still on her lips.<br><br>One hand rested on his shoulder, then trailed slowly down his arm until it met his hand. "You are quite bold, if I dare say." She breathed softly against his lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DS2K</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 01:46:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://members.optushome.com.au/darkshadow01/Victorian%20Romp.jpg)</div><strong>Robert Smith<br>Kitchen<br>Lady Willow</strong><br><hr>"<strong>One had to take risks in life to enjoy the rewards it has to offer, my dear</strong>", he say just before he kiss her fully on the lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 01:53:19</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>Robert</strong><br><hr>Willow kissed him back gently. Her hand still rested on top of his.<br><br><em>He certainly wasted no time getting to the point.</em> She thought in amusement. He had definitely caught her attention...
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 02:06:11</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> William Samuel McGowin<br><strong>Where:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>With:</strong> Dahlia<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 before dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Resisting ripping off Dahlia's clothes. <br><hr><br>William gave a deep moan.&nbsp; He wanted to take his bonny lass.&nbsp; He wrapped his lips around we finger. While her finger was in his mouth, William flicked tongue at the finger.&nbsp; He didn't open his mouth but let her pull it free&nbsp; <strong>"Oh Aye..."</strong> the man pushed his hand forward along her hips.&nbsp; He found the opening between dress and apron.&nbsp; His hands, shielded by the apron, glided above the grey dress.&nbsp; <strong>"Mah Bonny lass"</strong> William nipped at her earlobe.&nbsp; His hands stop above her crotch. He whispered with lust in his voice <strong>"ah cannae wait"</strong> the man was playing with fire. His hands were slow to away from her body. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DS2K</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 02:14:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://members.optushome.com.au/darkshadow01/Victorian%20Romp.jpg)</div><strong>Robert Smith<br>Kitchen<br>Lady Willow<br></strong><br><hr>Robert took his time slowly kiss her sweet lips.&nbsp; Slowly he open his mouth and run the tip of his tongue across her lips.<br><br><em>Hmm I wounder how far I can push this</em>, he thought as he move a hand up to her shoulder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 03:00:16</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Dahlia Stevens <div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Pretty22.jpg)</div><br><strong>Where:</strong> The Kitchen <br><strong>With:</strong>William McGowin, Mr. Torres, Mrs. Rogers<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Trying to resist William<br><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">That flick of his tongue against her finger had her moan softly. The insinuation was clear and tempting to say the least. She slid her fingertip from between soft lips that she easily recalled kissing. His hands roamed over her body, pressed up against the counter, fingers slipping beneath the white apron, his teeth at her earlobe biting gently, her lower body tightening, fingers gripping the edge of the counter. His fingers pressed into the gray skirt, sliding over the plane of her tummy had her eyes closing. If it were up to her, she'd let him push her skirts up right here and take her as her hands slid into the flour dusting the counter, but the watchful eyes of Mrs. Rogers were never far away or even those of Mr. Torres. </span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 05:49:58</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> William Samuel McGowin / Mrs. Rogers (npc)<br><strong>Where:</strong> Kitchen<br><strong>With:</strong> Dahlia<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 before dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Resisting ripping off Dahlia's clothes. <br><hr><br><strong>"Mr. McGowin!"</strong> The woman cook shouted aloud.&nbsp; The look on her face was less then pleased.&nbsp; Sex in the kitchen was unacceptable.&nbsp; The woman crossed the busy workplace.&nbsp; <strong>"You take your bloody hands of my staff..."</strong> She reached the man.&nbsp; Her fingers were wrapped around a thick handled wooden mixing spoon.&nbsp; Two sharp pops on his calves were quickly administered.&nbsp; <strong>"Get...or it'll be the Lady to deal with you..."</strong><br><br>William was unaware the Mrs. Rogers was back in the kitchen.&nbsp; His lips sucked on Dahlia's earlobe.&nbsp; His hands left the woman's front side as he started to pull them back.&nbsp; <strong>"Mmmm...Bonny..."</strong>&nbsp; Then it happened.&nbsp; The shriek of the cook made William jerk his head.&nbsp; He froze.&nbsp; The two pops made the man grit this teeth at the cook.&nbsp; <strong>"A'richt, a'richt, juist dinnae punish her, she's innocent..mostly"</strong> His hands slipped free of the Dahlia.&nbsp; <strong>"Latah, bonny."</strong> His hands took one last fondle of arse as William turned to go into the dinning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 07:54:39</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Dahlia Stevens <div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Pretty22.jpg)</div><br><strong>Where:</strong> The Kitchen <br><strong>With:</strong>William McGowin, Mr. Torres, Mrs. Rogers<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Trying to avoid punishment...*grin*<br><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Dahlia gasped as she heard the shrill voice of her superior split through the air of the kitchen. Caught...And that damnable spoon...Dahlia's knuckles ached at the sight of it, as did her bottom. She winced when she heard it meet with his skin, not just once but twice. The old woman was quick with that thing! She tried to hide the grin at his words...innocent...mostly. Boy he didn't know the half of it...He took one last squeeze of her bottom through the dress before returning to the dining room. <br><br>Suddenly her little grin was gone though - under the scrutiny of Mrs. Rogers. "Sorry ma'am. I was working on the cakes...He surprised me from behind..." The woman stewed, glaring at the girl. "You've been behind all day Dahlia! Is this what was going on all day? Dalliances with the serving boy? The missus would have your head...He's not for you to play with. Remember that girl! If I didn't have this weekend to content with you'd be out on your ear! Get to work! They shant be long in the dining room - you know we have work to do!" With that the woman bustled off and Dahlia tucked a bit of hair back, behind her ear and got back to work. <br><br>Tiny cookies filled with shiny centers of jam, petite little cakes drizzled with lemon or chocolate and an edible little flower atop each, little coconut macaroons dipped in chocolate, rounded lime cookies dusted in sugar, and handmade cinnamon rolls with decadent icing. All were supposed to be done tonight and she was working on the cinnamon bun dough now - the scent of cinnamon filling the air around her. There were bowls of chilling dough already in the larder - ready for her to make the macaroons and lime cookies. The cakes would be the next to be made though, taking the longest to cool.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 12:42:00</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>Robert</strong><br><hr>Willow let him take the lead. She might have seemed strong and dominating, but inside she was an obedient girl.<br><br>She kissed him back and parted her lips slightly. Willow may be a submissive girl, but she would make Robert work for her. The fun was in the chase.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DS2K</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 03:10:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://members.optushome.com.au/darkshadow01/Victorian%20Romp.jpg)</div><strong>Robert Smith<br>Kitchen<br>Lady Willow</strong><hr>Robert&nbsp; didn't try to force tongue in as her feel her parted her lips slightly. But just let it slip between her lips slowly encouraging her to open her mouth<br><br><em>If for a penny in for a pound</em>, he thought as he moved his hand from her shoulder down to cup her left breast
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - What the servants get up to</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JuliettaRossi</strong> on <strong>22-09-2012, 22:05:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Who:</strong> Dahlia Stevens <div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fa/Pretty22.jpg)</div><br><strong>Where:</strong> Kitchen/Down the corridor between the Pantry and the Drawing Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Charlie Cooper, Lord Darcy and Lord Richard Fowler<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1<br><strong>What:</strong> Heading to the Drawing Room<br>(cross posted to be picked up in the thread Lord Darcy's Room/Study (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=152420.msg6961439#new) )<br><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">'Go check the Drawing Room! Make sure it's empty and get it set for after dinner. You'll more than likely need to set the area by yourself since the maids and such are all busy right now. You are only to go in if it's empty! Remember that!' Mr.s Rogers was hustling around the kitchen still, making sure trays were ready for the others to serve guests in the dining room. She really did make herself look like there was too much to do and too little time.&nbsp; <br><br>"Of course Mrs. Rogers. The cookies are in the oven - they should be done within the next few moments. As soon as I pull them, I'll be able to go ma'am." Dahlia wiped her hands on a cloth in the kitchen. She was already icing the cakes for later, a little bowl with the tiny purple sugared flowers ready to be placed atop them. <br><br>When the trays were pulled from the oven, cookies cooling, Dahlia left the kitchen, passing through the pantry area and into the passageway toward the Drawing Room, finding the Lord of the Manor with Lord Fowler and the stable hand, Charlie. The boy was cute...She'd seen him while walking outside during brief breaks, glances into the stables. He had only been here a few months and Dahlia had yet to speak to him. She slowed, her eyes turned toward the floor. "Lord Darcy, Sir" She nodded slightly to both men without an acknowledgement of Charlie other than just a glance of green eyes to him. </span></span>
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