A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws
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				Title: <strong>A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 02:39:47</strong>
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				(Once guests have been welcome they will be ushered into the Library for drinks and mingling.&nbsp; Feel free to get to know each other.)
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				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 03:02:27</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Lady Henshaw<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Anyone who wishes to talk<br><strong>Time:</strong> 1930, Friday evening, day 1<br><br>Constance had moved away from the greeting party, leaving her Husband and family to attend to that duty.&nbsp; She was now in the Library looking at the way the place had been prepared.&nbsp; Groups of chairs had been placed around low tables, piles of pillows and soft throws had been placed in the center of the room.&nbsp; It was in this room that the Friday night orgy took place.<br><br>After dinner, once the gentlemen had retired to the drawing room, the Ladies would come here, drink the wine, play bridge or just chatter.&nbsp; Once the gentlemen joined them, then the entertainment began.&nbsp; Tonight it would involved a public spanking, the Maid Pratt had been late to the greeting line.&nbsp; She would be placed over a chair and her backside tanned by any or desired too.&nbsp; She might even get a good seeing too if any of the Lords wanted to give her one.<br><br>Connie smiled, the room would be alive with the sounds of sex later.&nbsp; The maids who were the serving platters would either recieve rewards or punishments depending on how well they preformed their role at dinner.&nbsp; There were a selection of crops, canes, whips and paddles, along with cuffs, chains, and rope.&nbsp; <br><br>A weekend at the Henshaws was special....everyone knew that and the attention to detail was just one of the things that so many enjoyed.<br><br>And there was also the newly finished, fully equipped dungeon.&nbsp; That was not being unveiled until tomorrow, but Connie wondered who would be the first to experience some of the furniture that had been hand crafted for it.&nbsp; It was her birthday present to her dearest Husband, he had no idea about it.&nbsp; She would give it to him on the morrow...<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 05:25:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.hollow-art.com/files/bases/20120212/ha_ahs_ab033.png)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Henshaw, OPEN<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Preparing for punishment and orgy.<br><hr><br>Alice knew she'd screwed up. To be fair, Andrew had made it much worse, but her employers would never see it that way. Besides, she'd enjoyed his...punishment...in the end. Her ass was still sore, but she knew she was in for more...and likely some of the men would want to do...more...as well. She entered the library, smiling at Lady Henshaw and swallowing.<br><br>"Shall I prepare for my punishment, Ma'am?"
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 06:31:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pics.livejournal.com/tripseasily/pic/00128780)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Lady Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Henshaw, OPEN<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Preparing for...something.<br><hr><br>Belle had been rather overwhelmed by all the guests...and attention...during the evening, but now they were to "retire" in the library. The way her parents had grinned about it made her a bit uncomfortable, but she remembered her father's words. <em>Be open.</em> She was nothing if not brave, so she figured she might as well trust her family.<br><br>She still wore her blue dress as she made her way to the library and found both her mother and Alice there. She smiled at Alice, but then frowned at her words. What kind of punishment did her mother have in mind? Either way, she sat down on one of the pillows and waited for more people to arrive.
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				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 06:33:48</strong>
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				Lord Greymore was sipping on a drink as he saundered into the library, greeting the Lady Henshaw in his usual manner, a slight flirt, but still polite and curtious. It was as he saw the lovely maid though that his jaw nearly dropped.<br><br>"Oh I shall have to get me house one of those..Doest she have a sister?" He queried as he took in Alice. "Or perhaps a trade of some fine order. "I will trade a goat and three footman..the goat is for the milk the footmen are for it's care--I love that goat." 
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				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 06:41:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.hollow-art.com/files/bases/20120212/ha_ahs_ab033.png)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Henshaw, Lord Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Preparing for punishment and orgy.<br><hr><br>Alice smiled as she saw a rather handsome man enter. At his words, she blushed and looked into his eyes.<br><br>"I do not have a sister, Milord, but I am here for your enjoyment all weekend."<br><br>Truthfully, she had never been to one of these weekends, but she'd been told what was expected. Although she wouldn't call herself a slut, she had been taught to enjoy sex by the Henshaw men. 
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				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 06:47:20</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151908.msg6917578#msg6917578">Quote from: Christa McGinn on 13-09-2012, 06:41:19</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://www.hollow-art.com/files/bases/20120212/ha_ahs_ab033.png)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Henshaw, Lord Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Preparing for punishment and orgy.<br><hr><br>Alice smiled as she saw a rather handsome man enter. At his words, she blushed and looked into his eyes.<br><br>"I do not have a sister, Milord, but I am here for your enjoyment all weekend."<br><br>Truthfully, she had never been to one of these weekends, but she'd been told what was expected. Although she wouldn't call herself a slut, she had been taught to enjoy sex by the Henshaw men.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Lord Greymore<br>Library<br>with Alice, and Lady Henshaw<br><br><hr><br>The Lord's brow raised as he heard Alice's reply. "Pray do tell, what enjoyment might that be my dear?" He leaned into her a little as if to whisper. "Of a carnal or an intellectual?"<br><br>Greymore looked the woman over as he took in her scent. "I will double whatever they are paying you." He might have been joking, but Lord Greymore was not one to jest too much. "You can think about it and let me know upon our departure. Now back to the matter at--hand." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 06:52:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.hollow-art.com/files/bases/20120212/ha_ahs_ab033.png)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Henshaw, Lord Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Preparing for punishment and orgy.<br><hr><br>Chuckling softly, she smiled back at him and shivered at his whisper.<br><br>"Either, although the carnal is more expected."<br><br>She bit her lower lip and curtsied for him. At his statement about the money, she chuckled again, but if he was serious, that would dramatically help her family. She wasn't sure she could leave the Henshaws though.<br><br>"I'll think about it, Sir. Thank you."<br><br>Then her eyes turned seductive.<br><br>"Is there something you desire, Milord?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 06:56:57</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151908.msg6917631#msg6917631">Quote from: Christa McGinn on 13-09-2012, 06:52:05</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://www.hollow-art.com/files/bases/20120212/ha_ahs_ab033.png)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Henshaw, Lord Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Preparing for punishment and orgy.<br><hr><br>Chuckling softly, she smiled back at him and shivered at his whisper.<br><br>"Either, although the carnal is more expected."<br><br>She bit her lower lip and curtsied for him. At his statement about the money, she chuckled again, but if he was serious, that would dramatically help her family. She wasn't sure she could leave the Henshaws though.<br><br>"I'll think about it, Sir. Thank you."<br><br>Then her eyes turned seductive.<br><br>"Is there something you desire, Milord?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Greymore<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Alice, Lady Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Preparing for punishment and orgy.<br><hr><br>"Other than you?" He admitted as he looked over his shoulder, then back to Alice. "Perchance a private place or a closet, out of sight from my fair Lady?" It had to be clear that Lord Greymore was not entirely enlightened as to what would soon be occuring. "I'd request to get aquainted in whatever way suits the lady." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 07:01:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.hollow-art.com/files/bases/20120212/ha_ahs_ab002.png)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Henshaw, Lord Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Preparing for punishment and orgy.<br><hr><br>Smiling as he made his request, she nodded. It was expected for her to make the guests feel welcome, so she knew she was to obey him.<br><br>"Of course, Sir. If you would follow me..."<br><br>She would be back to receive her punishment, but for now, she led him out and into a nearby room...it was another sitting room, with couches and such as well. Plush rugs decorated the floor, and there were several pillows scattered as well. Closing the door after he entered, she smiled and stood in the middle of the room.<br><br>"Your wish is my command, Sir."
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				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 07:07:36</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Lord Greymore<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library/Sitting Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Alice<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Preparing for punishment and orgy.<br><hr><br>Lord Greymore removed his coat as he looked at the woman. "What is your name, I'd like to call you by it." He said as he undid his tie as he looked at Alice.<br><br>"I think we start with that and oh Hell's bells..are you allowed to remove your garments?--If so do it and bend over that sofa there." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 07:10:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.hollow-art.com/files/bases/20120212/ha_ahs_ab002.png)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Serving Lord Greymore<br><hr><br>She smiled.<br><br>"My name is Alice, Sir."<br><br>Watching as he undid his tie and took off his coat, she nodded and bent over the sofa.<br><br>"I wear no undergarments, Milord."<br><br>If he raised the short skirt of her uniform, he'd find her words to be true.
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				Post by: <strong>BitterSweet</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 07:14:30</strong>
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				&nbsp;Name: Mrs. Marsters, housekeeper<br>Location: The Library: setting Miss Pratt for her punishment (and orgy)<br>With: Lady Henshaw, Lord Greymore and Miss Pratt (entering as the two are leaving)<br><br>Time: 1930, Friday evening, day 1<br><br>&nbsp;<br>Mrs. Marsters had little tolerance for … well, anything but even she had to admit, pursing her mouth thoughtfully, that the weekend was starting out fairly well.&nbsp; Most of the staff knew what was expected and those that didn't would soon find out.&nbsp; She was rather looking forward to Chloe's introduction as a serving tray, not just a serving <em>maid</em>.&nbsp; The guests would undoubtedly thoroughly enjoy that, the maid less so, but the housekeeper didn't care about that.&nbsp; The girl irritated her with her terrible English and it was a servant's place to accept whatever came their way from their betters.<br><br>&nbsp;<br>At the moment, however, there was another matter – and a different maid – to be sorted out.&nbsp; The Lady had summoned her to the library, with a selection of equipment.&nbsp; The Henshaw's spared no expense in their debauchery, something of which Mrs. Marsters' heartily approved.<br><br>&nbsp;<br>“Lady,” the housekeeper said as she came into the library to see Lady Henshaw, as one of the guest left with Alice.&nbsp; She nodded at the gentlefolk and gave the girl a displeased look.&nbsp; “I'm given to understand one of the girls was neglectful of her duties?&nbsp; Alice, was it?”<br><br>&nbsp;<br>She understood that Alice needed to attend to Lord Greymore's interests but that wouldn't excuse the girl from her due discipline.&nbsp; The housekeeper drew an unusual piece of furniture (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4shx4NCKg1qc1tj4o1_400.jpg) from along one wall.&nbsp; A chair that would ensure a vulnerable 'bottoms up' position; the padded bolster would support the unfortunate one and leather along the supports would bind them there. Mrs. Marsters set it down so that when Alice was bound to the spanking bench, her lovely ass would be pointed straight at the doorway – the first thing anyone entering would see.&nbsp; The restraints would ensure she stayed exactly where she was placed, and spread her thighs so her most intimate areas would be on full display.&nbsp; “I'm sure she'll be quite sorry by the time the evening is done.”<br><br>&nbsp;<br>As an invitation and reminder both, the housekeeper set a cane down beside the spanking bench, where it would wait for Alice's return.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 07:33:35</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151908.msg6917703#msg6917703">Quote from: Christa McGinn on 13-09-2012, 07:10:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://www.hollow-art.com/files/bases/20120212/ha_ahs_ab002.png)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Serving Lord Greymore<br><hr><br>She smiled.<br><br>"My name is Alice, Sir."<br><br>Watching as he undid his tie and took off his coat, she nodded and bent over the sofa.<br><br>"I wear no undergarments, Milord."<br><br>If he raised the short skirt of her uniform, he'd find her words to be true.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Greymore<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Serving Lord Greymore<br><hr><br>Lord Greymore moved behind Alice and lifted her skirt, a smile coming to his lips as he behold that she spoke the truth. "Well what a delight this is." He said as he moved to open his trousers. "I am Archibald, but my friends call me Archie." He was hoping that would be a hint that he wanted to be Alice's friend.<br><br>Greymore was already aroused by what lay before him, so it was nothing to open his trousers enough and then approach the lovely lady again, his hand moved to her hips as he studied her behind, caressing it almost before folding the skirt over. "I desire to see your pretty face as I take you." His pants open as they were, Alice would come face to face what she would be receiving as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 07:41:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.hollow-art.com/files/bases/20120212/ha_ahs_ab002.png)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Serving Lord Greymore<br><hr><br>Alice had seen Mrs. Marsters as she'd left the library, and she knew she was in for quite a punishment later. When Archie would lift her skirt, he'd find the cheeks still red from her spanking with Andrew. Smiling as she turned her face toward him, she licked her lips at the sight of his cock.<br><br>"Archie, then."<br><br>She didn't know when she'd become such a nymphomaniac, but that seemed to happen in this house. Her pink nether lips were swollen, but they weren't wet quite yet. No doubt he'd have to do very little to get her that way, though.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 11:50:28</strong>
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				<strong>Who: Lord Greymore<br>Where: Sitting Room<br>With: Alice<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br>What: Serving Lord Greymore</strong><br><hr><br>Greymore moved so Alice could lie down on the floor. He had wanted to take her over the sofa, but once he saw her behind, though beautiful, the poor girl looked like she had been beaten, he didn't wish to add to her pain and discomfort, but purhaps a different location to enjoy and she would at least be able to sit before the night was out, Greymore of course didn't know what lay instore for Alice.<br><br>His expression changed slightly, almost like an preditor that had found a pretty little fawn, as he eyed Alice, then moved to the floor. "Right here..Lay down and spread your legs--as&nbsp; wide as you can." He said, the jovality leaving his voice as he removed his vest so he could lower his pants and remove them after losing his shoes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 15:53:25</strong>
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				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Lady Henshaw, Belle, Mrs Masters<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>As soon as Andrew walked in, he saw the set up in the room, and naturally figured it was Mrs Masters doing.<br><br>"Mrs. Masters" he greeted her respectfully, the housekeeper wasn't one you wanted to cross, and if one was nice to her, she was very helpful in setting things in place for a victim or someone that needed punishment, much like now.<br><br>"I trust that is for Alice" he told the woman "I do my best to show her tardiness is not tolerated, yet she still makes excuses, I trust that this" as he said that he touched the furniture "will really drive the lesson home"&nbsp; <br><br>Then he moved towards Lady Henshaw and Belle.<br><br>"Mother I hope you don't mind me coming over to the library this early, you know I find the meeting of gents over there most dreadful, It's not that I dislike them but after all being in a room with a lot of men isn't what this weekend is about for me. Maybe for some of the ones there it is though, I heard rumors about father I'm not sure I want confirmed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 18:38:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.hollow-art.com/files/bases/20120212/ha_ahs_ab002.png)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Serving Lord Greymore<br><hr><br>She wouldn't have minded either way, as she had endured worse punishments...and knew that a much worse session was in store for her tonight. He let her back, though, and told her to lie on the floor. Nodding, she stood back up and then made her way to the bearskin rug on the ground...laying down on her back and not reacting at all to the pain of her ass touching the floor.<br><br>Keeping her skirt up around her waist, she obeyed him and spread her legs wide...wider than usual. She wasn't doing a complete split, but she was close. Her shaved lips were spread, and she surprisingly blushed. She acted the part of the coquette, but her only experience had been with Andrew, Baldimere and Lord Darcy. She wasn't a virgin, but she wasn't a whore. This weekend was the first time she was "serving" guests. Of course, she wasn't complaining.<br><br>She watched as he undressed, and she slowly unbuttoned the top part of her uniform...showing her lace clad breasts. She didn't wear a corset with this uniform, but they did have her wear a brassiere. If he wanted to see her breasts, he'd only have to pull the cups down.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 19:00:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pics.livejournal.com/tripseasily/pic/00128780)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Lady Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Henshaw, Mrs. Marsters, Andrew, OPEN<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Preparing for...something.<br><hr><br>Belle watched as Alice left with the man, and some deep part of her wished she could be like that. She'd never admit it, but she secretly wanted to be used...made to service men...pleasured...taught the art of sex. She smiled at Mrs. Marsters and then inhaled sharply when Andrew entered. She couldn't avoid him forever, as he was her brother, but she didn't know how to act around him now.<br><br>Taking a deep breath, she leaned back into a pile of pillows near the center of the room and tried to calm her racing heart. She had never been a huge fan of Mrs. Marsters, but the housekeeper always treated the family well...so she had no reason to dislike her. At Andrew's words, Belle frowned.<br><br>"Did she have a reason that she was late? Does she really need to be punished publicly?"
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				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 19:44:06</strong>
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				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Lady Henshaw, Belle, Mrs Masters<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>Andrew turned towards his sister as she spoke to him. He wondered if she had given thought to what he told her earlier.<br><br>"Yes, she had a reason, like people at fault often do, but you know how important this weekend is for our parents, and that everything comes out without a hitch"<br><br>He took a seat on the pillows besides her, making sure his body touched hers.<br><br>"As far as her punishment being public, you'll find that it is pretty much the norm during these weekends, and it's not like Alice didn't know what was expecting her if she was late."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 19:52:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pics.livejournal.com/tripseasily/pic/00128780)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Lady Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Andrew Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Preparing for...something.<br><hr><br>She frowned at him and noticed how close he sat. Her heart raced, but she didn't move away...at least...not yet. She sighed and nodded.<br><br>"I suppose. I'm just sure that she had a good reason."<br><br>Looking up into his eyes, she swallowed and her pulse throbbed near her throat. Leaning in to him, she spoke softly.<br><br>"What exactly is going to happen in here tonight?"<br><br>She looked to him and her eyes looked firm.<br><br>"I want to know what I am to expect this weekend. No more dancing around the truth. I want to know."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 20:04:10</strong>
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				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Lady Henshaw, Belle, Mrs Masters<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>"The reason isn't really important, you know how they are with tardiness <br><br>He took her hand in his and smiled, <br><br>"I'm glad you came to me with that question. I figure telling you is better than let you be horrified in shock. I do have a request though."<br><br>He reached and brushed her neck with his fingers "Come with me into the next room, and I promise I will answer all of your questions."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 20:06:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pics.livejournal.com/tripseasily/pic/00128780)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Lady Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Andrew Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Preparing for...something.<br><hr><br>Frowning once more, she considered refusing him, but she did love him. He was her brother. Years of love and trust had to outrank one afternoon of awkwardness...right? Sighing, she nodded and allowed him to help her up.<br><br>"Alright. Lead the way."<br><br>She was obviously wary of him, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she smiled at her mother and Mrs. Marsters before letting Andrew lead her where he wished.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 20:38:54</strong>
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				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Belle<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>He helped her up and lead her to an adjoining room, as most of the rooms of the house it was lavishly decorated. He took her to the sofa and waited for her to sit down before he did.<br><br>"Alright, I guess you have some questions, specially since I'm guessing those more experienced have been dropping innuendos, much like I did"<br><br>He reached and touched her arm softly "The first thing you need to know is how "open" this weekend is, it offers everyone in the state the possibility to act freely on their sexual desires, hardly anything is barred. Hell even the horses in the stables aren't off limits to some people here." He brushed her arm softly.<br><br>"In such a level of freedom I intend to pursue my desires as well" he said looking her deep into her eyes. "Father is probably even making plans for your virginity to be taken publicly, for all to enjoy. I can't be sure as he hasn't share his thoughts with me though."<br><br>He paused briefly, knowing most of what he said would come as a big shock "What questions do you have?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 20:48:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pics.livejournal.com/tripseasily/pic/00128780)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Lady Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Empty Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Andrew Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Preparing for...something.<br><hr><br>She took a deep breath as the door closed behind her and then sat down next to her brother on the couch. Her blue eyes remained on his as he started talking. Her arms were a very sensitive part of her body, so every time he brushed the skin there, she shivered slightly. <br><br>His words were disturbing, but she had expected most of them. However, there were two bits that shocked her.<br><br>"Wait...horses?"<br><br>That surprise was overcome by his next bit of information.<br><br>"My virginity? Publicly? No...that can't possibly be true."<br><br>She blushed and her heart raced, unable to think. What bothered her more was how wet it made her.<br><br>"Who am I expected to give myself to?"<br><br>She sounded upset, but her eyes showed that she was honestly curious.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 20:58:32</strong>
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				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Belle<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>"Yes horses... let's say some people are attracted to more than humans. I figure some of the equine's unique qualities grabbed their attention. You shouldn't worry about it unless you are curious, such activities are usually kept away from others. If you want to take a stroll down there though I'm willing to escort you."<br><br>He paused as she asked who would receive her virginity. "Father wouldn't just pick a suitor pop your cherry" he pressed his hand on her stomach and moved it down, not reaching any forbidden areas for now <br><br>"You would either be expected to pick one, or there would be a competition for it. Either case I hope to be the one blessed with that chance"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 21:09:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pics.livejournal.com/tripseasily/pic/00128780)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Lady Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Empty Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Andrew Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Preparing for...something.<br><hr><br>She was definitely shocked by his words, but what disturbed her more were the fantasies that began going through her mind at the information. She shook her head in denial and then watched him as he spoke about her virginity. His hand pressed into her corseted stomach, and she swallowed uneasily. For the moment, she didn't stop him.<br><br>"A competition? That's ridiculous."<br><br>Then she looked up at him.<br><br>"Andrew. I told you, this can't happen. Whatever you want to happen between us...it just can't."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 21:18:08</strong>
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				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Belle<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>He kept caressing her stomach softly, wondering if the shock was making her unaware of his touching.<br><br>"You may think it's ridiculous but stranger things have happened here during these weekends."<br><br>He looked back at her focusing his gaze on her eyes "I know what you told me, I also know what I told you, it will happen. I want you badly Belle, and I always get what I want... one way or the other" after that veiled threat he softened it by continue to talk.<br><br>"Tell me the truth, deep inside, maybe not before but since I suggested it, haven't you entertained the idea of letting it happen?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 21:26:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pics.livejournal.com/tripseasily/pic/00128780)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Lady Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Empty Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Andrew Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Preparing for...something.<br><hr><br>His caress of her stomach made heat pool deep in her body. She could feel herself growing moist, but she chose to ignore it. She didn't know what he was doing to her, but somehow, she was actually entertaining the idea of her brother fucking her. In public, no less. Blushing deeply, she was breathing hard as he confessed his desire.<br><br>"Andrew...I..."<br><br>But then she looked into his eyes again.<br><br>"Perhaps I have, but that doesn't mean I want it to happen. You are my family, Andrew. It would be like me making love to Father or Baldimere."<br><br>She subconsciously leaned toward him slightly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 21:52:56</strong>
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				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Belle<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>He noticed her blush and knew he was getting to her, when she said perhaps she knew he had.<br><br>"Don't think they don't desire you too Belle, just probably not as much as I do" his hand kept caressing her, he hoped her underwear was becoming wet on his account, and he wondered how hard it would be to slide his hand between her legs without removing her dress.<br><br>As she leaned towards him, he took her earlobe in his mouth and bit softly. "You don't need to want it to happen." he whispered "I could just take you forcefully... would you scream for help Belle? or be glad that the decision to do something forbidden is out of your hands?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 22:08:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pics.livejournal.com/tripseasily/pic/00128780)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Lady Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Empty Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Andrew Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Preparing for...something.<br><hr><br>She looked unwilling to believe that the men in her family wanted her sexually. She just couldn't accept that. However, she knew that Andrew did. He was making no secret of it now, and his caressing did indeed make her wet. Her dress was full, and she did&nbsp; have pantaloons on underneath, but of course there was the slit for using the restroom, and one could still pull up on the skirt...or go from beneath.<br><br>She didn't know that was on his mind, though, and when he bit her earlobe, she whimpered softly. His words were true, and she was confused, but his true sister shone through when she held herself a bit straighter and answered firmly.<br><br>"I would scream for help."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 22:55:29</strong>
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				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Belle<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>"And that is why I chose this weekend, people expect cries for help from most places, also seeing the activities that go on around here, might make you more flexible."<br><br>His hand hadn't been removed and he became more daring sliding his hand down, attempting to find his way under her skirt, moving slowly, not wanting for her to freak out at his more intimate touches.<br><br>"and if no one came" he kept whispering "and I had you underneath me, would you still fight me Belle? make me spread your legs for access to your purity? struggle against you to prove I can control you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 23:03:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pics.livejournal.com/tripseasily/pic/00128780)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Lady Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Empty Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Andrew Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Preparing for...something.<br><hr><br>She frowned. Would no one come if she screamed? She didn't believe that, but this weekend was already quite surprising. She glared at her brother, but didn't notice his hand moving down through her frustration.<br><br>"Yes! Yes, I would fight you. Andrew, what would Father do if he knew what you were thinking? What would Mother do? I'm flattered, but the answer is no."<br><br>She spoke firmly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 23:35:33</strong>
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				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Belle<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>"I doubt they would be surprised actually, and furthermore I doubt they would stop me."<br><br>His hand kept wondering slowly making it's way to her prize, either consciously or not she kept dropping hints that she enjoyed his attraction for her, and he knew the more they talked the more shameful thoughts crept into her mind.<br><br>"I'm glad that you are flattered, because as much as you tell me you will fight, kick and scream, I don't find any of those to be a deterrent to my desires for you Belle."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>13-09-2012, 23:47:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pics.livejournal.com/tripseasily/pic/00128780)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Lady Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Empty Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Andrew Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Preparing for...something.<br><hr><br>She didn't know if he was right about her parents, and she wasn't sure she wanted to test that theory. Narrowing her eyes at him, she finally realized what he was doing, and stood up...shoving his hand away and crossing her arms over her ample chest as she stood in front of him. <br><br>"So you are saying that you would actually rape your own sister?"<br><br>Then she had an idea.<br><br>"If Father does offer my virginity as a 'prize'...which I'm not saying that I believe...then what if someone else wins? Or what if I simply decide I want to give myself to another man at this party?"<br><br>Her teasing and coquette-ish nature was coming back out.<br><br>"Or better yet, what if I just went and offered myself to one right now? Perhaps The Earl of Surrey? Or Lord Greymore? Perhaps even our butler, Mr. Stuert? Or all of them. I could just offer myself to all of them...except you."<br><br>She tilted her head.<br><br>"And you'd be helpless to prevent it, Andrew. You would have to watch me be used by multiple men while you sat by and did nothing. You would be as helpless as I feel right now."<br><br>She stood up straighter.<br><br>"So...shall I go and call for a man to come and take me?"<br><br>Whether or not it was a bluff was hard to tell, but his sister had never been predictable or "normal," so she could do either one. She took a step toward the door. Would she really give up her virginity just to spite her brother? Most people wouldn't put it past her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 00:07:36</strong>
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				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Belle<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>"Yes Belle, I promise I will have you. Whether it is because you give in or if I'm forced to rape you it will happen."<br><br>Then she started her rant, at it Andrew stood up angry, a part of him believed that she was just bluffing, the truth was that while he believed she didn't want those men she mentioned, and was just handpicking the ones that she thought would make him the more jealous, he didn't know if she was angry enough to carry it forward.<br><br>"If there is a contest it won't be chance, and I will do my best to win. Trust me when I say I'm very determined."<br><br>He moved closer to her, he didn't grab her as he didn't want to give her an excuse to storm out of the room.<br><br>"You could call for a man, all of them, maybe even a couple of footmen, and trust me when I say not one of you would reject you, but there is a reason you are still a virgin Belle, and that is because none of your suitors, no man has ever make you excited enough to go through with it.<br><br>And I'm daring enough to affirm that, even if you don't want to give into me, our little chat of today has done more to turn you on, than any private meetings you might have had in the past"<br><br>He got even closer, ready to grab her if she attempted a escape, but hoping she was listening intently enough, and that his presence was imposing enough to get her to stay in place.<br><br>"And I'm sure you are aware that we are alone now, and that I could rape you right now." He allowed that to float in the air for a second. <br><br>"I offer you something however. Let's talk to mother, I'm sure she knows what is in store for you better than I do, if it is a contest we leave it to that, if I win you'll give in to me, if someone else does, I will forsake my imposed claim on your virginity. This would also allow you to see her reaction at what I have been telling you"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 00:24:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pics.livejournal.com/tripseasily/pic/00128780)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Lady Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Empty Room...then the Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Andrew Henshaw, Constance Henshaw <br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Talking to her mother about the supposed 'contest.'<br><hr><br>She shook her head in denial of his words, but smiled a bit when she saw how her words had made him angry. Good. That was her goal, and it seemed to have worked. Although she was naive, she had a sharp mind and could manipulate men if she wished.<br><br>"I see that doesn't make you very happy. Does the thought of Mr. Stuert rutting above me not please you?"<br><br>She knew that he was right, though. He was very determined, and she also knew that he could rape her any time he chose. And there was one more thing he was right about. Her suitors had sometimes pushed their advantage with her, and she'd always turned them down. No one had interested her enough, although she wouldn't admit that to Andrew. And yes...he'd excited her more today than any of them had ever before.<br><br>However, that didn't excuse his behavior. When he mentioned their mother, she raised an eyebrow and nodded.<br><br>"Yes. I think that is an excellent idea."<br><br>Without waiting for an answer, she went to the door, opened it and marched into the library.<br><br>"Mother....Andrew had something he wanted to discuss with you."<br><br>She obviously thought that he'd be put in his place. Whether she was right or wrong, that was to be told.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 00:39:43</strong>
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				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Belle<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>"Not only him and you know it, that is why you mentioned them. Just because I get manipulated doesn't mean I don't realize your ways... think of me as a willing dancer to your fiddle."<br><br>Then she was out the door after their mother. He followed suit confident that Lady Constance Henshaw would see to his side of the argument. Besides truth be told, he didn't mind at all his mother knowing he wasn't above incest, that might open him new possibilities even after the weekend was over.<br><br>Taking the lead, as he was supposed to even if they weren't struggling for control he asked his mother.<br><br>"Mother, have you and father made any plans for Belle's virginity? I told her it would most likely be in&nbsp; public, and that there could be a contest for it."<br><br>He added then, as if it was a casual afterthought "This all came about because I tactlessly told her I expect to be the one to take it during the weekend."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BitterSweet</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 01:57:02</strong>
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				&nbsp;Who: Mrs. Gwen Marsters<br>Where: Library<br>With: Lady Henshaw, Belle Henshaw, Andrew<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br>&nbsp; The young lord's interest in his sister had been obvious for years, at least to Mrs. Marsters' discerning eye and it was clear that this first weekend romp would draw the wool from Belle's eyes finally.&nbsp; She watched the two leave with a raised brow, wondering idly if the girl would give herself up to her brother even before the dinner plates were set.<br>&nbsp;<br>"My Lady," she said, idly fingering the crop in her hand.&nbsp; "I've been given to understand the groom has acquired several sets of fine pony gear," and by which the housekeeper did not mean ponies of the equine sort but the more rarified human ponies that could be so amusing.&nbsp; "Do you think a race might be in order this weekend?&nbsp; You know how gentlemen so like to gamble and a few ladies in harness would certainly add to the excitement this year."<br>&nbsp;<br>They had little chance to continue the conversation as Belle and her brother came back in, the girl blushing and nervous, the young lord flushed for another reason entirely.&nbsp; The housekeeper bit back a smile at the faux careless way the lord blurted out his desires.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 02:15:34</strong>
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				<em>Who: Lady Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Mrs Marsters, Belle, Andrew<br>When: Day 1 - Evening, before dinner</em><br><br>Constance was a woman who loved to watch people interact with each other.&nbsp; She was a player, people were chess pieces there for her to manipulate and maneuver, she looked at Mrs Marsters, the housekeeper.&nbsp; Constance respected the woman immensely, she trusted her, knowing that under Mrs Marsters supervision everything ran like clockwork.<br><br>When Mrs Marsters suggested the Pony race, Connie grinned, "I think thats a marvellous idea.&nbsp; Do we still have those toy traps the children had, you know, the ones that the dogs used to pull.&nbsp; I'm thinking teams, the ponygirl pulls the trap and man, the winners are rewarded, and the losers...well, I think it would be a most enjoyable way to spend an afternoon." She said, her mind thinking of winning prizes and losing forfeits.<br><br>Andrew and Belle approached.&nbsp; Belle looked flushed and little annoyed, whilst Andrew looked smug, almost arrogant.&nbsp; "What seems to be the problem?" she asked them, looking from one to the other.&nbsp; Both were beautiful, she was proud of them.&nbsp; She also knew how badly Andrew wanted to stick it to Belle.<br><br>When Andrew said what about Belle's virginity she looked at Mrs Marsters and smirked, "Andrew, you have to learn to keep that snake of yours tucked in your trousers" she told him, swatting him playfully.<br><br>"And Arabella, you are a tease, I know how you lead your brother on" she said, knowing it wasn't always true, but she was going to have some fun this weekend.<br><br>"Now Andrew you are not to pester your sister tonight.&nbsp; Mrs Marsters and I were just discussing an interesting event, I think Belle's virginity will be up for grabs then" she told him, "in the mean time, find another to relieve your tension.&nbsp; If you continue to pester Belle, I will have Mrs Marsters fit her with a chastity belt until the morrow." She warned them both, thinking about putting Belle in a chastity device just because she could.<br><br>"I do have to admit Andrew, I would be disappointed in you if you didn't try to at least win the chance to take her virginity." She smirked, "and yes, it will be a public display, most have said they would enjoy the sight of Arabella having her cherry popped."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 02:28:56</strong>
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				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Belle, Mrs Masters, Lady Henshaw<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>"Actually mother, that is why we came to see you... after talking to Belle we came to an arrangement. We will both wait until the competition, and if I win she will give willingly, and I will accept my loss if it doesn't go my way, we just wanted you to tell us there would be a competition... Belle didn't seem inclined to believe me"<br><br>"I think the belt would be a brilliant idea, I certainly doubt I'm the only go willing to go as far as rape for one as fair as Belle"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BitterSweet</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 02:56:45</strong>
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				&nbsp;“Yes …” the housekeeper said after a thoughtful moment.&nbsp; “I believe we have at least three of those traps.&nbsp; I can check with Mr. Steurt but I'm sure something can be worked out.”&nbsp; She caught some of the Lady's enthusiasm&nbsp; “Ah – perhaps the husband's ride while their lady's are their fair steeds, to win they must encourage the ponygirls on most determinedly&nbsp; A bonding experience for couples, don't you think?”<br><br>&nbsp;<br>“I have a chastity belt that would be just the thing,” Mrs. Marsters said in reply to the Lady's teasing suggestion regarding her daughter.&nbsp; She smiled as a thought came to her.&nbsp; “Certainly there'd be stiff competition for the key.”&nbsp; If there was a shade of emphasis on 'stiff', no one could prove it.&nbsp; The housekeeper had long mastered innuendo delivered with a prim, straight face.&nbsp; “The young Lady's untouched delights have long been admired by many.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 04:34:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pics.livejournal.com/tripseasily/pic/00128780)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Lady Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Empty Room...then the Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Andrew Henshaw, Constance Henshaw, Gwen Marsters<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Talking to her mother about the supposed 'contest.'<br><hr><br>It was in that moment that the wool was indeed pulled from her eyes. Everything from her childhood came crashing down around her, and she stared at her mother in horror and disbelief. Had she just heard correctly? Andrew had been right? She paled and actually had to sit down as her head swam. Although Andrew's confession had been disconcerting, she honestly hadn't expected her mother to agree. Swallowing, she looked between them and Mrs. Marsters and tried to think.<br><br>It was like some alternate universe, and she wanted to wake up from the dream. Nightmare or something else, she wasn't sure. The three of them talked like she had no choice in the matter, and that it wasn't a big deal. Beyond that, they made it sound like others had wanted her virginity and planned on watching. She gave a long look at each of them and then spoke in disbelief.<br><br>"You cannot possibly be serious."<br><br>However, from the looks on their faces, she knew that they were.<br><br>"But...I mean...why....I..."<br><br>She couldn't even speak, and she groaned and closed her eyes.<br><br>"Mother...I don't understand. You want Andrew to have me? For my virginity to be taken in public? A chastity belt?"<br><br>She swallowed and then looked at her. However, she turned to Andrew quickly and glared.<br><br>"I never agreed to go willingly, Andrew. I said we should ask Mother...don't take that as acceptance."<br><br>This was all so disturbing, but what was more so was the fact that her sex had become quite wet at the conversation and the images it evoked. She was turned on by the thought, and that was shameful to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 04:46:40</strong>
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				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Belle, Mrs Masters, Lady Henshaw<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>"Well, you being willing was part of my proposal, still that's kind of moot since mother offered to protect you with the belt, and assured us there would be a competition. You'll be expected to give it to whoever wins. I certainly hope you'll apreciate my efforts to secure it, I know you are flattered even if you try to hide it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BitterSweet</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 08:32:50</strong>
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				&nbsp;The housekeeper enjoyed the rush of emotions that crossed the young lady's face; shock and disbelief, dismay and a blush of shyness that Mrs. Marsters doubted would last the weekend.<br><br>&nbsp;<br>“Miss Arabella,” the housekeeper said.&nbsp; “I'm sure that things will become clearer as the evening progresses.&nbsp; Indeed, drinks and conversation in the library before dinner should be quite enlightening – and you'll see how we chastise the serving staff for inadequacies as well.”<br><br>&nbsp;<br>Mrs.&nbsp; Marsters wondered idly what end of the crop the young lady would be attracted too – it didn't occur to her that Arabella might not be interested in either receiving or dealing punishment, after all she was her parents' daughter, just as Lord Andrew with his perverse passions for the women of his family was their son. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 09:43:24</strong>
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				<strong>Who: Lady Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Mrs Marsters, Belle, Andrew<br>When: Day 1 - Evening, before dinner</strong><br><br><hr><br>Constance watched as the realization struck Belle.&nbsp; She felt for the girl.&nbsp; Sitting beside her she took her hand, "this weekend is about your coming of age.&nbsp; You are now old enough to witness the side of things that we enjoy." She told her, looking at Andrew and Gwen.&nbsp; <br><br>"Your father and I have often enjoy things that others do not.&nbsp; And your brothers have both been a blessing with their own desires and tastes.&nbsp; You, Miku and Willow will all be initiated into the family this weekend."<br><br>She kissed her forehead, stroking her cheek, "you are a gem my darling girl.&nbsp; Beautiful, seductive and men have been clambering for your company for many years.&nbsp; Now you can show them just how much of a woman you are.&nbsp; This is your weekend my dearest.&nbsp; You can shine, show them just what a jewel you are.&nbsp; Imagine the fun watching all these men wanting you.&nbsp; How would that feel to sit and watch, knowing that you know where the key is?" She asked her.<br><br>"I trust Gwen totally" Constance rarely called the housekeeper by her name, now it was a sign of respect and equality, something just for Belle and Andrew.&nbsp; They would see that she trusted her daughter's safety to the stern woman who ran the house.&nbsp; "Gwen has a chastity belt.&nbsp; If you wish it to be put on I would ask you to go with Mrs Marsters.&nbsp; She will fit you into it and hand you the key.&nbsp; Then you will hide the key tomorrow, and we will have a treasure hunt for it.&nbsp; You can sit and reside, watching.&nbsp; If you wish one man to be more successful you mayb give him clues.&nbsp; But I think it might be more fun to just watch and see." She told her, her arm around her shoulders.<br><br>"This weekend isnt shameful, its about having fun and enjoying the company of others.&nbsp; Besides sex is something to enjoy, it is freeing, refreshing and most liberating." She said, looking at Gwen, Andrew and Belle.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 17:35:51</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Elizabeth Greymore<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Andrew, Belle, Lady Henshaw, Mrs. Marsters<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1, evening<br><br>Elizabeth lingered upstairs for a while, occupying herself with examining some of the artwork and decorations that hung on the walls, wanting to stretch her legs a bit before having to sit again in the library.&nbsp; Soon she grew bored, so decided to head downstairs and see who was about.&nbsp; She found the library, thanks to the assistance of one of the servants, and was through the door before she took in the room, and what looked to be a private conversation.<br><br>"Forgive me for intruding, I didn't know this room was being used for a private talk," she apologized, taking a couple of steps backward, and flushing at her blunder.&nbsp; "I could find somewhere else to be, if you'd rather, and no offense was meant," she added, pausing in her retreat long enough to hear if Lady Henshaw wanted privacy for a bit longer.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 17:45:42</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>Library<br>Anyone</strong><br><hr>Willow entered the library and looked at all the people. They all seemed to be having a good time. It was unusual, but Willow suddenly felt out of place. Like she didn't belong. <em>Oh well...</em> She sighed, trying not to let her emotions get the best of her.<br><br>She spotted Miku by a window and walked over to her. "Miku!" She smiled and gave her a hug.<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa266/afi_hottie/tumblr_liy3oiByLR1qia300o1_500_large.jpg)</div><strong>Lady Miku<br>Library<br>Anyone</strong><br><hr>Miku had wandered into the library and saw the many people socializing. She smiled at some as they caught eyes. Not wishing to interrupt any conversations, she walked over to a window and stared out at the scenery.<br><br>A voice calling her name caught her attention. She turned to see Willow standing there. Miku embraced her and smiled. "It's good to see you." She said happily.<br><br>They chatted idly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 17:47:53</strong>
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				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Belle, Mrs Masters, Lady Henshaw, Elizabeth<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>Andrew was sure that Belle was getting the picture, what he would like to know is exactly what she thought of the plan. He was already making plans in his head, who he could get to help him?, who would hamper him? and how much info could he get out of Belle beforehand.<br><br>As he was thinking one of the newcomers showed, and was ready to leave, not wanting her to feel unwelcome he walked to her.<br><br>"Don't be embarrassed, you didn't interrupt anything." Andrew went to Elizabeth and offered his arm to her "You need someplace to be before dinner, and your other option is a lonely room, spend some time with us." he said tapping her hand.<br><br>As he did Andrew thought he noticed Willow just outside, but he figured her with Baldimere so he didn't think much of it.<br><br>If she allowed him, Andrew would take her to the group and in front of Constance "I know it's your first time on one of these weekends, so perhaps you have questions. Much like Belle has" <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>luphawk</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 18:14:57</strong>
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				Who:&nbsp; Lord Richard Fowler<br>Where:&nbsp; The Library<br>With:&nbsp; willow, Miku, open<br>When:&nbsp; day 1 evening<br><br>Richard walked into the library shortly after the lady and briefly observed the conversation about Belle with some amusement, knowing it would be eye opening for at least two of them.&nbsp; His eyes soon fell on the pair of Asian girls by the window and he headed for them.&nbsp; <br><br>“very nice view” he said as he looked out the window before nodding to the girl he had escorted in “Miku” he greeted her with a smile before turning his attention to the other “and Willow, I was disappointed that you did not stay to greet use so I thought I would come and say hello.”&nbsp; he smiled at her as he looked at her face “you have grown even more lovely since I last saw you, what was it…a little more then a year ago?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 18:25:36</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>Library<br>Richard, Miku, Anyone</strong><br><hr>Willow turned to Richard and smiled. "Well, they say to save the best for last." She casually tossed her curls behind her shoulder. "It's nice to see you again. I'm... I'm sorry to hear about your wife." Willow added the last part very softly, in a somber tone. She bowed her head slightly out of respect.<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa266/afi_hottie/tumblr_liy3oiByLR1qia300o1_500_large.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;"><strong>Lady Miku<br>Library<br>Richard, Willow, Anyone</strong></div><hr>Miku watched the two talk, unsure if she should interject. She smiled at Richard and nodded as he addressed her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 18:41:37</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151908.msg6923308#msg6923308">Quote from: Prince Truhan on 14-09-2012, 17:47:53</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Belle, Mrs Masters, Lady Henshaw, Elizabeth<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>Andrew was sure that Belle was getting the picture, what he would like to know is exactly what she thought of the plan. He was already making plans in his head, who he could get to help him?, who would hamper him? and how much info could he get out of Belle beforehand.<br><br>As he was thinking one of the newcomers showed, and was ready to leave, not wanting her to feel unwelcome he walked to her.<br><br>"Don't be embarrassed, you didn't interrupt anything." Andrew went to Elizabeth and offered his arm to her "You need someplace to be before dinner, and your other option is a lonely room, spend some time with us." he said tapping her hand.<br><br>As he did Andrew thought he noticed Willow just outside, but he figured her with Baldimere so he didn't think much of it.<br><br>If she allowed him, Andrew would take her to the group and in front of Constance "I know it's your first time on one of these weekends, so perhaps you have questions. Much like Belle has"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Elizabeth took Andrew's offered arm, reassured by his words.&nbsp; "Company does sound better than being by myself, I'll admit," she agreed.&nbsp; She let him lead her to the rest of the group, confused that she might have questions.&nbsp; "I can't think of any just now, but I'll be sure to ask if any come to mind," she said politely.&nbsp; After all, one social function was just like any other, in her experience.&nbsp; She offered a friendly smile to the youngest of the group with Lady Henshaw, guessing from the resemblance that she was one of the couple's children.&nbsp; Elizabeth thought she looked flustered, so she didn't try to make conversation with her, but she wondered what had her in that state.&nbsp; Maybe she just didn't like crowds, like Archie.&nbsp; That thought had her wondering where her brother was, and she casually glanced around the room, trying to see if he might have hidden himself with a book in a corner or something similar.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>luphawk</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 18:50:01</strong>
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				Who:&nbsp; Lord Richard Fowler<br>Where:&nbsp; The Library<br>With:&nbsp; willow, Miku, open<br>When:&nbsp; day 1 evening<br><br>“Well I certainly have done that.” Richard replied to her comment about saving the best for last.&nbsp; When she spoke of his wife his face turned a bit somber for a moment “yes, I do miss her.&nbsp; These parties were one of her favorite activities.” his face cheered a bit as he asked “I know Miku and your sister Belle are attending for the first time, is that same true of you?” thou there was no outward sign of it his thought raced at the idea of deflowering not one but two beautiful Asian girls.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 19:03:10</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>Library<br>Richard, Miku, Anyone</strong><br><hr>Willow smiled. "Officially, yes. My first time." She replied. Willow had spied on these parties before when she was younger, so she understood what was to be happening. Her and Belle differed in many ways like that. She seemed so oblivious and shocked when she found out what her parents were planning.<br><br><em>I swear... Belle, you're so naive...</em> She thought with a silent laugh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>luphawk</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 19:32:02</strong>
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				Who:&nbsp; Lord Richard Fowler<br>Where:&nbsp; The Library<br>With:&nbsp; willow, Miku, open<br>When:&nbsp; day 1 evening<br><br>His smile widened a bit at what she said.&nbsp; Officially?&nbsp; That suggested she had been head during at least one weekend and knew what went on.&nbsp; &nbsp;He wandered if she had any experience herself and wanted to just come out and ask but Miku standing right there he chose to ask a slightly less direct question “so you know what kind of party this is then?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 19:43:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://pics.livejournal.com/tripseasily/pic/00128780)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Lady Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Empty Room...then the Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Andrew Henshaw, Lady Constance Henshaw, Mrs. Gwen Marsters, Lady Elizabeth Greymore, Lady Willow Henshaw, Lady Miku Henshaw, Lord Richard Fowler<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Talking to her mother about the supposed 'contest.'<br><hr><br>Belle was overwhelmed, and she sighed in confusion. When Andrew spoke again, she just glared.<br><br>"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Andrew."<br><br>When her mother held her hand and kissed her forehead, she leaned against her...trying to take comfort from her. Yes. If she was honest, then she'd admit that the thought did turn her on...even the fact that it could be with Andrew...but she couldn't say that out loud. The idea of a chastity belt didn't sit well with her, but if it kept Andrew under control, then she supposed it would be a good idea.<br><br>"Alright. I guess the chastity belt would be a good idea."<br><br>Those were words she never thought she'd say. Looking up to her mother, she swallowed.<br><br>"I will think about it."<br><br>It was then that others started entering the library. Her sister, cousin and Lord Richard Fowler. However, they didn't come over to talk...instead sticking to themselves. Lady Elizabeth Graymore appeared, and Belle smiled softly. Her mind was a mess right now, but she could still be civil. She remained sitting by her mother and mulling over the information she'd just learned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 19:48:47</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>Library<br>Richard, Miku, Anyone</strong><br><hr>Willow nodded. "Indeed I do." She replied. Willow didn't plan on partaking in the activities this weekend, however. She was content to watch from the sidelines. Besides, Belle would overshadow her anyway and she would be cast aside. She didn't mind waiting for her chance to shine.<br><br>Looking over at Miku, she seemed quiet. Just listening to their conversation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 19:55:39</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Earl of Surrey<br><strong>Where:</strong> Front Hall to Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Windsor(?), everyone<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 before dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Entering into the Library<br><hr><br>The Earl of Surrey entered the Library.&nbsp; There were quite a few people mulling around the room getting acquainted.&nbsp; He looked from person to person, seeing who all had made it.&nbsp; He recognized most everyone from one gathering or another.&nbsp; His feet carried him to the larger of the two groups of bodies.&nbsp; As he approached, he picked up a drink from the cart.&nbsp; The Earl stood in view of his group of guest and family.&nbsp; He was unaware of the conversation that had taken place but was taken back by the chastity belt comment.&nbsp; <em>Surely I hope not.</em> The Earl had been to a descent number of these weekend parties and was surprise every time.&nbsp; The man didn't make a comment but took several sips of his drink.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>luphawk</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 20:33:49</strong>
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				Who:&nbsp; Lord Richard Fowler<br>Where:&nbsp; The Library<br>With:&nbsp; willow, Miku, open<br>When:&nbsp; day 1 evening<br><br>Richard’s smile widened a bit at the confirmation that she knew what she was getting into.&nbsp; She may have thought Belle would overshadow her and indeed she had caught the attention of most of them men, himself included but at the moment Richard’s dilemma was which of the ladies by the window he would have first.&nbsp; He was determined he would have both of them before he left the estate but there was a hole weekend for that and while he knew he couldn’t wait too long if he intended to deflower one or both of them he wasn’t going to try anything just yet.<br><br>He took Willow’s hand and kissed it before saying with a smile “then know that I look forward to spending time with you.” his eyes turned to Miku as he released Willow’s hand and add “both of you.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 22:00:37</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151908.msg6918974#msg6918974">Quote from: Christa McGinn on 13-09-2012, 18:38:32</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://www.hollow-art.com/files/bases/20120212/ha_ahs_ab002.png)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Serving Lord Greymore<br><hr><br>She wouldn't have minded either way, as she had endured worse punishments...and knew that a much worse session was in store for her tonight. He let her back, though, and told her to lie on the floor. Nodding, she stood back up and then made her way to the bearskin rug on the ground...laying down on her back and not reacting at all to the pain of her ass touching the floor.<br><br>Keeping her skirt up around her waist, she obeyed him and spread her legs wide...wider than usual. She wasn't doing a complete split, but she was close. Her shaved lips were spread, and she surprisingly blushed. She acted the part of the coquette, but her only experience had been with Andrew, Baldimere and Lord Darcy. She wasn't a virgin, but she wasn't a whore. This weekend was the first time she was "serving" guests. Of course, she wasn't complaining.<br><br>She watched as he undressed, and she slowly unbuttoned the top part of her uniform...showing her lace clad breasts. She didn't wear a corset with this uniform, but they did have her wear a brassiere. If he wanted to see her breasts, he'd only have to pull the cups down.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Greymore<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Serving Lord Greymore<br><hr><br>Greymore smiled as he took in Alice in her entirety. "Oh my! Aren't we a limber lass." He removed his pants, sitting them with his jacket and vest as he returned to look at Alice, then for goot measure removed his shirt as well. "You don't have to spread them that wide my dear, but I love that you can." He smile grew as he got on the floor, moved in between Alice's legs, only to scale her body ever so slowy until he was to her eyes, which he looked in for a moment, lowered them to her breasts which he swiftly revealed my pulling down her bra, then returned to her lovely eyes as he positioned himself and ever so easily, entered the maid with the lenghth of him. <br><br>He started to thrust almost instantly as he kissed her breast, bringing his hand to one of them as he raised himself up, then removed to to balance himself as he picked up his pace.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 22:25:32</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>&nbsp; The Library<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; all present<br><strong>When: </strong> day 1 evening<br><hr>Beatrice tip-toed into the library, a silver platter in hand, on it a dozen or so filled cherry glasses. She discreetly moved to the assembled Lord and Ladies and stopped briefly at each cluster of highborn folk to offer them the drinks. As per instructions, her short maid uniform barely covered her bare ass. She gave all of the guests a timid smile as she offered them the beverages, making sure to add the required amount of discretion to her pleasant demeanor. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 22:32:02</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Earl of Surrey<br><strong>Where:</strong> Front Hall to Library<br><strong>With:</strong> everyone<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 before dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Socializing<br><hr><br>The Earl finished his drink quickly when saw a maid enter.&nbsp; He gave a sly grin.&nbsp; <strong>"Excuse me."</strong> The man said to the Henshaws before turning and walking up to the maid.&nbsp; His eyes weren't discreet in the places he was looking at on her.&nbsp; She was quite beautiful.&nbsp; The Henshaws always had good taste in help.&nbsp; The man approached her.&nbsp; <strong>"Good Evening.."</strong> His eyes glanced down the top of her uniform, enjoying the view of her cleavage. He held up his empty glass&nbsp; to her.&nbsp; The sly grin still present on his lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 22:36:04</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>&nbsp; The Library<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; the Earl of Surrey<br><strong>When: </strong> day 1 evening<br><hr>Beatrice bowed her head and held out the tray to offer the Lord a new glass. She bowed her head in deference and replied with a respectful <strong>“my lord.”</strong> She hadn’t missed his leering eyes, but then, there was a reason she was wearing an attire that left half her ass exposed. She knew that it would likely go beyond mere looks by the time the weekend was over. The thought of sex brought a slight blush to her cheeks, one she quickly tried to suppress.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 22:39:57</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Earl of Surrey<br><strong>Where:</strong> Front Hall to Library<br><strong>With:</strong> everyone<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 before dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Socializing<br><hr><br>His fingers wrapped around a new glass as the Earl replaced his empty.&nbsp; <strong>"You are quite lovely...."</strong> His desire showed in his eyes.&nbsp; He walked around the woman admiring the uniform, at least what it wasn't covering.&nbsp; <strong>"I haven't seen you before at theses..."</strong> He said sipping his drink.&nbsp; His fingers reached out to brush against her backside.&nbsp; He did love a good arse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 22:48:59</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>&nbsp; The Library<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; the Earl of Surrey<br><strong>When: </strong> day 1 evening<br><hr>Beatrice’s stance perked up as she felt the lord’s hand on her posterior. She was well enough experienced in the ways of the house not to disgrace herself by yelping in surprise. She turned her gaze to the earl to answer his inquiry.<strong> “I have only been in the employ of Lord and Lady Henshaw for a little under a year, my lord. I am a quite new member of the house staff…”</strong> She remained immobile near the earl, knowing that she was to service the guests in any way possible. She held the tray in case another nobleman might require a refreshment.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 22:54:56</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Earl of Surrey<br><strong>Where:</strong> Front Hall to Library<br><strong>With:</strong> everyone<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 before dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Socializing<br><hr><br>The Earl glanced down to her cleavage, as she perked up her stance.&nbsp; <em>Quite Lovely</em> He thought.&nbsp; His eyes met with her as Beatrice spoke.&nbsp; <strong>"Wonderful..."</strong> His hand turned from fingers into a full palm on the her bottom.&nbsp; He sipped on his drink.&nbsp; The Earl gave the maid a hearty squeeze of her ass.&nbsp; <strong>"Just wonderful..."</strong> He looked to Beatrice for her reaction.&nbsp; The Earl was in a randy mood but they were wanting on dinner to be ready.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 22:58:39</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>&nbsp; The Library<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; the Earl of Surrey<br><strong>When: </strong> day 1 evening<br><hr>Her mouth formed into an “O” as his hand grasped her ass cheek, but she remained silent. A small yelp did finally escape when the earl proceeded to squeeze her bottom. She had obviously attracted the man’s attention and yielded his arousal, so she had some idea about how the rest of her night would go. She composed herself and focused on not letting the tray slip from her hands, though it was hard to concentrate with a lord pawing her posterior.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 23:09:55</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Earl of Surrey<br><strong>Where:</strong> Front Hall to Library<br><strong>With:</strong> everyone<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 before dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Socializing<br><hr><br>The man hand became more daring as it slid to the crevice of her rear.&nbsp; He sipped his drink.&nbsp; It was going to be an enjoyable weekend.&nbsp; <strong>"My my you are so proper are you....what is your name?"</strong> His eyes lustfully gaze at the maid.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 23:11:49</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Serving Lord Greymore<br><hr><br>Alice blushed and closed her legs a bit.<br><br>"Sorry. I guess I took that a bit too literally."<br><br>When he moved between them, she smiled and watched him strip. He was a very attractive man, and she had to admit that she did want him. This weekend was supposed to be sexually liberating, so she'd make sure to make the most of it. Suddenly she had visions of multiple men using her...even animals...public humiliation and so much more. She turned even wetter at these thoughts and groaned as he revealed and kissed her breast. As soon as he entered her tight and wet sheath, she gasped and arched into him.<br><br>"Oh, yes...Milord...yes..."<br><br>She moaned and kept her legs wide as he fucked her...reaching up to grasp his shoulders and move in time with him. She was tighter than most, and her breasts were still perky and young. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 23:12:28</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>&nbsp; The Library<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; the Earl of Surrey<br><strong>When: </strong> day 1 evening<br><hr><strong>“Beatrice my lord, Beatrice O’Connell. I had the honor of serving lord and lady Darlington prior to my employment here.”</strong>&nbsp; The blush on her cheeks deepened as the man explored her ass further. There was a short tremble in her hands as she tried to get used to the sensation. She gave a coy smile as another guest picked a glass off her tray, not missing how the fact that the early was pawing her backside was ignored. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 23:27:24</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Lady Greymore<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Open<br><strong>When:</strong> day 1, before dinner<br><br><br>Vivienne had followed her husband and Elizabeth into the library, but had lost track of Archibald. She'd seen him leaving the library with a maid and she was used to that, so it didn't bother her much. Little did she know that things would get more interesting for her this weekend as well. She'd been standing by Elizabeth, but her sister-in-law had wandered off too, so now she was looking around for someone to approach.<br><br>She noticed some of the things that were going on around the room and blushed just slightly. Also, having heard what Lady Henshaw and her two children had been talking about made her blush a bit more. Vivienne wasn't used to being around things like this and now, she'd thrust herself into the middle of some kind of sex party. It shocked her, but intrigued the French beauty as well. Archie had his fun all the time and now...maybe she'd feel more comfortable in having some fun of her own. Especially since it was expected of her, that made things easier.<br><br>Vivienne was kind of lost in her own mind as she was still trying to process what would be happening this weekend.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 23:30:25</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>Library<br>Richard, Miku, Anyone</strong><br><hr>Willow smiled and nodded at Richard. "It's really nice to see you again." She said. "If you'll excuse me, though, I'll return in a little while." With that, Willow turned and left the library.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 23:37:12</strong>
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				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Belle, Mrs Masters, Lady Henshaw, Elizabeth others nearby<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>"Lady Elizabeth, since you don't have questions I do have one of my own, have you planned to partake in any of the activities there will be on this weekend? That is what we were discussing when you showed up." <br><br>He pointed to his mother.<br><br>"Lady Henshaw was telling us a little of what is to be expected tomorrow"<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>luphawk</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 00:01:14</strong>
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				Who:&nbsp; Lord Richard Fowler<br>Where:&nbsp; The Library<br>With:&nbsp; willow, Miku, open<br>When:&nbsp; day 1 evening<br><br>Richard raised an eyebrow as willow left, wondering where she might be going and slightly amused that he might have scared her off but he made no move to stop her or inquire where she was going.&nbsp; “latter then.” he said with a smile as she left.<br><br>His eyes quickly scanned the room, noticing the barley clad made serving drinks and the man feeling her up, before he turned back to address Miku.&nbsp; Abandoning the innuendos for the moment but hoping she would ask what he had meant by his comment on what kind of party this was he ask “Miku, how have your parents been?&nbsp; I believe the last time I saw them was at one of theses almost three years ago.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 00:04:12</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151908.msg6924486#msg6924486">Quote from: Christa McGinn on 14-09-2012, 23:11:49</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Serving Lord Greymore<br><hr><br>Alice blushed and closed her legs a bit.<br><br>"Sorry. I guess I took that a bit too literally."<br><br>When he moved between them, she smiled and watched him strip. He was a very attractive man, and she had to admit that she did want him. This weekend was supposed to be sexually liberating, so she'd make sure to make the most of it. Suddenly she had visions of multiple men using her...even animals...public humiliation and so much more. She turned even wetter at these thoughts and groaned as he revealed and kissed her breast. As soon as he entered her tight and wet sheath, she gasped and arched into him.<br><br>"Oh, yes...Milord...yes..."<br><br>She moaned and kept her legs wide as he fucked her...reaching up to grasp his shoulders and move in time with him. She was tighter than most, and her breasts were still perky and young.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Greymore<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Serving Lord Greymore<br><hr><br>Archie, for he was feeling quite at home all of a sudden, kissed Alice on the lips as he changed his angle, but only slightly. "You have a wonderful pussy Alice. I enjoy it--greatly." He had lost his words for a moment. "If proper to ask--I think I'd like to do this with you again--perhaps in a bed." He picked his pace back up as he kissed her neck.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 00:06:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa266/afi_hottie/tumblr_liy3oiByLR1qia300o1_500_large.jpg)</div><strong>Lady Miku<br>Library<br>Richard, Anyone</strong><br><hr>Miku tilted her head to the side. "They're well. Mother caught a...flu, I think it's called. But she survived it." She replied, hoping Willow would come back. It had been so long since they had seen each other...<br><br>"Father still works the same job." She added softly. Her voice made her seem more fragile than she looked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Love And Submission</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 00:10:42</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong>&nbsp; J.F Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Greymore , open<br><strong>When:</strong> day 1, before dinner<br><br>J.F arose from his bed with a sigh. Knowing that today was the first day of the Henshaw's&nbsp; weekend get together , he carefully&nbsp; put on his best clothes. J.F normally wasn't the type of man to care about his appearance but he knew the Henshaw's did and didn't want to disappoint&nbsp; his uncle. After getting dressed&nbsp; the young Henshaw casually strolled the mansion admiring the&nbsp; beautiful figures of guest and staff alike. After a few moments he&nbsp; concluded&nbsp; that the guest were pooling in the library and wasted no time getting there. Once inside he&nbsp; &nbsp;sauntered over to a female who found herself all alone and gave her a quick pinch on the behind.&nbsp; He recognized the woman and knew she was&nbsp; marry but her doesn't seem to be around&nbsp; &nbsp;and this party seemed to be the sort of place were such open advances would be accepted. "Hello , Ms.Greymore. How are you? Enjoying the view?" J.F questioned with a perverted grin on his face.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 00:11:36</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Serving Lord Greymore<br><hr><br>Alice cried out in pleasure. She wasn't excessively loud, but her cries were distinctive in this house, and if one was close enough, they could tell that she was enjoying herself. Her legs came up to wrap around Lord Greymore's hips and thrust against him...her wet nether lips welcoming his cock with each firm stroke.<br><br>"Yes, Milord...I...I would like that...very...very much."<br><br>She moaned and kissed him back passionately before adding even more.<br><br>"So very much."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BitterSweet</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 00:16:20</strong>
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				&nbsp;Mrs. Marsters bowed her head slightly at the Lady's words, hiding the somewhat prideful smile that briefly graced her lips.&nbsp; She delighted in the power she had, and the license the Lord and Lady gave her to express it.<br>&nbsp;<br>"We have just the thing, Miss Arabella," the housekeeper assured her, giving the young woman one of her bracing smiles.&nbsp; "Lovely, and suited to your station."<br>&nbsp;<br>Over time, the Henshaw's had acquired a collection of gifts, toys, impulse purchases and stray items that the butler and housekeeper ensured were all in working condition – for contingencies.&nbsp; If she was not mistaken, they had a gift from a Chinese associate of the Lord, a delightfully secure chastity belt of gold washed silver, etched with lilies.&nbsp; Not at all the sort of thing that she had applied at various times to maids or servants who were not attending to their duties properly and certainly not at all like the male ones such as her own husband wore … how long had it been now?&nbsp; A month or more, truthfully, the housekeeper had lost count of the days since she'd last freed her husband from his locked chastity belt.&nbsp; Perhaps it was time to let him out for a few hours … if he was willing to earn it.<br>&nbsp;<br>The library began to gather guests, the Henshaw's other children, lords and ladies and one of the maids with drinks.&nbsp; The new costume suited her, though her yelp as one of the lords fondled her made Mrs. Marsters frown.&nbsp; It would not due for any of the guests to be distracted by the staff.&nbsp; They were all here to serve.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 00:26:38</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151908.msg6924732#msg6924732">Quote from: Christa McGinn on 15-09-2012, 00:11:36</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Serving Lord Greymore<br><hr><br>Alice cried out in pleasure. She wasn't excessively loud, but her cries were distinctive in this house, and if one was close enough, they could tell that she was enjoying herself. Her legs came up to wrap around Lord Greymore's hips and thrust against him...her wet nether lips welcoming his cock with each firm stroke.<br><br>"Yes, Milord...I...I would like that...very...very much."<br><br>She moaned and kissed him back passionately before adding even more.<br><br>"So very much."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Who: Lord Greymore<br>Where: Sitting Room<br>With: Alice Pratt<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br>What: Serving Lord Greymore<br><hr><br>Archie smiled as he kissed Alice again, he was finding that he was enjoying it much more than he had hoped to and wondered what else was instore for them all. His mind, though it was difficult for him to focus with the enjoyable workout Alice was bestowing on him, drifted to the Lady Greymore, and to his fair sister. He knew that they perhaps would end up in a situation like this, it was almost a guarantee of it. It was the things that would never be spoken about, but always fondly remembered by the other, least he expected that to be the case.<br><br>Archie eased his pace as he felt his end near, he was not certain of the rules of that sort of thing, so he looked at Alice, clearly a question on his lips as he moved in to her ear. "Am I allowed to release into you?" He didn't know how else to ask her such a question, if she were his maid, he would fill her to the brim and if a child were born, love it until the day he died as if it were his and Vivienne's, but this was not his maid, though he wished to change that if he could.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 00:29:23</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Lady Greymore<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> J.F. Henshaw, open<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1, evening before dinner<br><br>Vivienne hadn't noticed the young man making his way towards her and gasped a bit as she felt him pinch her butt. While not a virgin, the 19 year old was not used to strangers touching her however they'd like to. She turned to look at the offender and forced a smile onto her face. He was quite handsome and looked to be about her age.<br><br>"I'm doing quite well, I suppose. I've never been to something such as this so it's a little surprising. Who might you be?"&nbsp; She couldn't help but shoot him a flirtatious smile and her eyelashes batted almost involuntarily.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 00:32:45</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Arabella "Bella" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Mrs. Marsters<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Talking about the chastity belt.<br><hr><br>Belle looked at Mrs. Marsters and nodded.<br><br>"Alright, then. I cannot believe I am agreeing to this, but I suppose it is the best option at the moment."<br><br>She sighed and stood up, figuring Mrs. Marsters would either bring the belt to her when she was ready or call her to her office. Either way, she was confused, and the library was full of people. She saw her cousin, J.F., the maid Beatrice and the Earl of Surrey. More people were entering every moment, and she couldn't help but look at each man and wondering if he'd be trying for her virginity. <br><br>Suddenly, the thought excited her. If they competed, then that meant they wanted her...and desire was a powerful thing. She felt surprisingly powerful now, and she stood a little straighter. Not cocky, mind you, just a bit less insecure and oblivious than normal. Turning to her mother, she spoke softly...although if someone was close, they'd be able to hear.<br><br>"Mother...did you mean what you said about men wanting my innocence? You really think there will be many competing?"<br><br>She felt selfish asking such a question, but she needed to know.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 00:35:10</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Serving Lord Greymore<br><hr><br>He sped up and she whimpered in bliss, moving with him in tandem. At his question, she frowned. She hadn't thought of this. The Henshaw men had never bothered pulling out, as they essentially owned her. If she became with child, she would raise the bastard and they would support her financially. That was the way of the world.<br><br>But a guest? What did they want her to do? She honestly didn't know, but she loved the feel of cum inside her...whether in her pussy or down her throat.<br><br>"Fill me up, Milord. Please."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 00:36:44</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151908.msg6924609#msg6924609">Quote from: Prince Truhan on 14-09-2012, 23:37:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Belle, Mrs Masters, Lady Henshaw, Elizabeth others nearby<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>"Lady Elizabeth, since you don't have questions I do have one of my own, have you planned to partake in any of the activities there will be on this weekend? That is what we were discussing when you showed up." <br><br>He pointed to his mother.<br><br>"Lady Henshaw was telling us a little of what is to be expected tomorrow"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Elizabeth took in the maid's revealing uniform as she came in with drinks, and watched as the earl began talking with her, making no pretense of trying to be modest about where his hands wandered.&nbsp; She flushed, wondering if he was just being unusually forward, or if this was standard proceedure for all of the guests in attendance.&nbsp; Suddenly Belle's flustered state made more sense, and she kept her gaze focused on Andrew as he addressed his question to her.<br><br>"I'm...not exactly sure what to expect this weekend, having never been to one of these parties before," she admitted.&nbsp; "Rumors go about, naturally, but I wasn't sure how much of them was fact."&nbsp; She wasn't about to tell him how lacking her experience was, though it was probably obvious in how easily she was embarassed.&nbsp; She noticed Vivienne off by herself, and gave her sister-in-law a warm smile, hoping she wasn't feeling left out.&nbsp; She gestured for her to come join their group if she liked, but left the final choice to her, not wanting to crowd her or make her feel like she was being chaperoned or watched over.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 00:44:02</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151908.msg6924840#msg6924840">Quote from: Christa McGinn on 15-09-2012, 00:35:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Serving Lord Greymore<br><hr><br>He sped up and she whimpered in bliss, moving with him in tandem. At his question, she frowned. She hadn't thought of this. The Henshaw men had never bothered pulling out, as they essentially owned her. If she became with child, she would raise the bastard and they would support her financially. That was the way of the world.<br><br>But a guest? What did they want her to do? She honestly didn't know, but she loved the feel of cum inside her...whether in her pussy or down her throat.<br><br>"Fill me up, Milord. Please."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Greymore<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Serving Lord Greymore<br><hr><br>Archie knew he smiled, he knew he did as he heard her reply. "I think I'd marry you if I could.." He laughed as he picked his pace back up. He was close, but there was moments left if he timed it just right. Yes Lord Archibald Greymore had the ability to pace himself for almost anything and it was a gift that he believed ran in the family.<br><br>"Per--haps the next time will be from behind as--well." He commented as he knew he was close. "You loo--ked a bit red--didn't want to hurt you." Archie came hard as he finished his words, his breath heavy as he slumped slightly, but only stopped pumping when he was completed, rolling off of Alice. "Do they beat you?" He asked as he turned to look at the lovely maid.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 00:54:52</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Serving Lord Greymore<br><hr><br>Alice moaned and held him close as he pumped into her. His words made her smile, and she could only make soft gasps of pleasure as he thrust into her young body. When he finally came, she arched into him and her tight channel milked him dry. Smiling up at him, she waited until he came down before she kissed him gently and answered his question.<br><br>"Occasionally."<br><br>She blushed.<br><br>"Alright, more than occasionally. Only when I misbehave, which tends to be quite often, I'm afraid."<br><br>She looked embarrassed as she met his eyes, but exhaled in contentment and kissed him again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 01:03:24</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151908.msg6924924#msg6924924">Quote from: Christa McGinn on 15-09-2012, 00:54:52</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Serving Lord Greymore<br><hr><br>Alice moaned and held him close as he pumped into her. His words made her smile, and she could only make soft gasps of pleasure as he thrust into her young body. When he finally came, she arched into him and her tight channel milked him dry. Smiling up at him, she waited until he came down before she kissed him gently and answered his question.<br><br>"Occasionally."<br><br>She blushed.<br><br>"Alright, more than occasionally. Only when I misbehave, which tends to be quite often, I'm afraid."<br><br>She looked embarrassed as she met his eyes, but exhaled in contentment and kissed him again.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Greymore<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Serving Lord Greymore<br><hr><br>Archie moved to lay on his side. "It saddens me to hear that. Women should be treasured, not treated like--well like that." He sighed as he shook his head, leaning over to kiss Alice. "I understand the nature of the events that take place here, but I assure you--if anyone so much as treats my wife or my sister as they treat you--I will kill them with my bare hands."<br><br>He had never been more serious in all his life. "I am certain that my flirting and advances hurt my wife. But it is my nature and I love her more than all the rest--I trust she knows that--but on my father's name--I will." Archie was regretting coming to this house now, or was he? For if he hadn't he would not have met Alice and perhaps any of the others that might endulge his fancies..<br><br>"My offer will stand to you Alice--please take it seriously, as I do." Archie moved to get up. "Is there a bowl of water or are you responsible for the clean up as well?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 01:04:18</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Earl of Surrey<br><strong>Where:</strong> Front Hall to Library<br><strong>With:</strong> everyone<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 before dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Socializing<br><hr><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151908.msg6924491#msg6924491">Quote from: RedEve on 14-09-2012, 23:12:28</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Beatrice my lord, Beatrice O’Connell. I had the honor of serving lord and lady Darlington prior to my employment here.”&nbsp; The blush on her cheeks deepened as the man explored her ass further. There was a short tremble in her hands as she tried to get used to the sensation. She gave a coy smile as another guest picked a glass off her tray, not missing how the fact that the early was pawing her backside was ignored.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong>"A lovely name for a beautiful creature."</strong> The Earl was enjoying Beatrice's company. His hand caressed the woman.&nbsp; He index finger rested just barely in between her cheeks.&nbsp; <strong>"I know them well"</strong> the Earl brought the glass to his lips.&nbsp; His tongue slowly cleaned off the red liquid from his lips. As the liquid disappeared, The Earl brushed along the woman's skin till his finger tips reached the base of her nether-lips. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Love And Submission</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 01:12:40</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong>&nbsp; J.F Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Greymore , open<br><strong>When:</strong> day 1, before dinner<br><br>J.F smiled seductively. "I'm Lord Darcy's nephew , J.F Henshaw.&nbsp; I'm&nbsp; astonished you find this spring though. Personally I find it more unimpaired and free.&nbsp; Life is so restricted as a person of class. You're held to such a high standard by the public. It's wonderful to be able to let your hair down as they say. Normally if I were to say to you that I find your bust simply enchanting and wish for nothing more then to ravish you on the floor that would considered unbecoming of a man&nbsp; of my statue but here's it's perfectly fine. The one place you can tell the truth and unleash your inner rapacious r&nbsp; self." The fair looking youth replied as he reached out and gave Lady Greymore's breast a playful grope. He wondered how far he could push her before she'd respond.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 01:16:04</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Serving Lord Greymore<br><hr><br>Alice smiled and blushed at his words. Although she had to admit that the punishments aroused her...she liked pain...the look in his eyes and the sincerity in his voice touched her. She fantasized briefly about what it might be like to be his wife or sister. Or with someone like him...someone protective of her like that. She knew she'd never know, but it was nice to think about.<br><br>"Your wife and sister are very lucky ladies, Milord. I but wish I had a man care for me like that."<br><br>She blushed deeper and looked away.<br><br>"I apologize, Sir. Sometimes my mouth gets away from me."<br><br><em>Sometimes</em> was an understatement. She didn't want him to leave her body, and she certainly didn't want to leave his arms, but she knew he had to get back to his wife...and she had to get back to her work.<br><br>"I think I may very well consider your offer. I am quite loyal to the Henshaws, but they have many maids, and the extra money you have offered would help my family dramatically."<br><br>Then she smiled almost shyly.<br><br>"And being around for more moments like this would be nice."<br><br>She leaned up and kissed her way over to his ear.<br><br>"I hope you will visit me again...and often. All you have to do is request my presence from any of the staff, and I will be delivered to your room...or wherever you wish. Whether public, private, perverted or loving...my body will be yours for the taking. And I am sure I will enjoy it."<br><br>She nibbled on his lobe before leaning back and caressing his face with her smaller hand. When he moved to get up, she reluctantly stopped her reverie and slowly stood up once she was free of him. Going over to a small cabinet, she opened it and got out a box that had a glass bottle of water, a small bowl several cloths and some lavender soap.<br><br>"I would be glad to clean us both up, Milord, unless you would prefer differently."<br><br>She lathered up one of the cloths with the soap and water, and held it as she waited for his decision.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 01:16:57</strong>
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				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Belle, Mrs Masters, Lady Henshaw, Elizabeth others nearby<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>Andrew turned as Elizabeth smiled and saw that Vivienne was alone "Would you rather have us go get her?" he said in passing, before she was approached by his cousin, Andrew's eyes did dart briefly at Belle asking something to their mother but he was to far away to make it out.<br><br>"Well if you tell me what you heard I can tell you how much is true"<br><br>His fingers brushed her stomach over her clothes briefly, she had been blushing so he had decided to make it worse "And I must say that most likely I will offer a demonstration."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 01:22:44</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151908.msg6925018#msg6925018">Quote from: Christa McGinn on 15-09-2012, 01:16:04</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Serving Lord Greymore<br><hr><br>Alice smiled and blushed at his words. Although she had to admit that the punishments aroused her...she liked pain...the look in his eyes and the sincerity in his voice touched her. She fantasized briefly about what it might be like to be his wife or sister. Or with someone like him...someone protective of her like that. She knew she'd never know, but it was nice to think about.<br><br>"Your wife and sister are very lucky ladies, Milord. I but wish I had a man care for me like that."<br><br>She blushed deeper and looked away.<br><br>"I apologize, Sir. Sometimes my mouth gets away from me."<br><br><em>Sometimes</em> was an understatement. She didn't want him to leave her body, and she certainly didn't want to leave his arms, but she knew he had to get back to his wife...and she had to get back to her work.<br><br>"I think I may very well consider your offer. I am quite loyal to the Henshaws, but they have many maids, and the extra money you have offered would help my family dramatically."<br><br>Then she smiled almost shyly.<br><br>"And being around for more moments like this would be nice."<br><br>She leaned up and kissed her way over to his ear.<br><br>"I hope you will visit me again...and often. All you have to do is request my presence from any of the staff, and I will be delivered to your room...or wherever you wish. Whether public, private, perverted or loving...my body will be yours for the taking. And I am sure I will enjoy it."<br><br>She nibbled on his lobe before leaning back and caressing his face with her smaller hand. When he moved to get up, she reluctantly stopped her reverie and slowly stood up once she was free of him. Going over to a small cabinet, she opened it and got out a box that had a glass bottle of water, a small bowl several cloths and some lavender soap.<br><br>"I would be glad to clean us both up, Milord, unless you would prefer differently."<br><br>She lathered up one of the cloths with the soap and water, and held it as she waited for his decision.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Greymore<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Serving Lord Greymore<br><hr><br>"Oh I think you have earned the right to clean us both dear Alice." Archie replied with a bit of a chuckle. "And any member of the staff you say..I will remember that." He added as he moved closer to Alice, taking the towel from her hand, but moved it to her legs instead before placing the towel lightly between them. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 01:30:23</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Serving Lord Greymore<br><hr><br>When he took the cloth and put it between them, she grinned.<br><br>"Yes, Sir. Thank you."<br><br>Taking the cloth back, she looked down and gently pulled his now soft cock up from amid the dark and coarse curls. She softly began cleaning his member and balls, making sure that every bit of his seed and her juices were off before she reached between her own legs. She was still leaking his semen, but she cleaned herself out thoroughly and then folded the cloth neatly before setting it in a separate basin...this one for the dirty laundry. Looking back into his eyes, she couldn't resist leaning up for one more kiss beforeshe pulled her skirt back down and pulled her bra up. Finally she buttoned her dress back and looked in a mirror to fix her hair a bit. She made sure she looked presentable before turning to him.<br><br>"Shall we return to the library?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 01:42:15</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151908.msg6925077#msg6925077">Quote from: Christa McGinn on 15-09-2012, 01:30:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Serving Lord Greymore<br><hr><br>When he took the cloth and put it between them, she grinned.<br><br>"Yes, Sir. Thank you."<br><br>Taking the cloth back, she looked down and gently pulled his now soft cock up from amid the dark and coarse curls. She softly began cleaning his member and balls, making sure that every bit of his seed and her juices were off before she reached between her own legs. She was still leaking his semen, but she cleaned herself out thoroughly and then folded the cloth neatly before setting it in a separate basin...this one for the dirty laundry. Looking back into his eyes, she couldn't resist leaning up for one more kiss beforeshe pulled her skirt back down and pulled her bra up. Finally she buttoned her dress back and looked in a mirror to fix her hair a bit. She made sure she looked presentable before turning to him.<br><br>"Shall we return to the library?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>Who:</strong> Lord Greymore<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Serving Lord Greymore-returning to library<br><hr><br>Archie had a uncanny ability of being able to redress rather quickly. H e surmised that it was all the windows he had climbed out of when he was younger, so it was not long until he looked like his former self.<br><br>He returned Alice's kiss though as he pulled her into him a little, then padded her ass lightly. "Indeed we shall--until next time." He kissed Alice's hand and made his way to the library door, exiting quietly, but in awe of the people that had appeared since he left.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 01:43:05</strong>
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				Who: Lady Greymore<br>Where: Library<br>With: J.F. Henshaw, open<br>When: day 1, evening<br><br>"I was raised quite sheltered and have only been married for a short time. I am not terribly versed in the sexual arts, I should say, but that does sound rather enticing. You may call me Vivienne, if you would like." Sometimes, she hated her accent...made it hard for her to be understood. Especially when it came to words like 'enticing'. Vivienne blushed again as his hand came to brush against one of her breasts. <br><br>She could feel herself beginning to like what was going on, but she was still a little apprehensive. Her eyes were locked with J.F.'s, however, and she was intrigued by their conversation.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 01:45:23</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting Room...then the Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore...then everyone present.<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Serving Lord Greymore...then offering her service to anyone else.<br><hr><br>Alice smiled and nodded.<br><br>"I eagerly wait for the next time."<br><br>Going back to the library as well, she widened her eyes at the people gathered. She saw Beatrice and knew she was being manhandled a bit. Going around, she asked each person if there was anything she could get for them or do for them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>luphawk</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 02:17:49</strong>
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				Who:&nbsp; Lord Richard Fowler<br>Where:&nbsp; The Library<br>With:&nbsp; Miku, Alice, Beatrice, open<br>When:&nbsp; day 1 evening<br><br>Richard smiled as he responded to Miku “so glad to hear she survived, exquisite woman your mother, too bad she couldn’t be hear but I look forward to getting to know you my dear.”<br><br>Just then he noticed the redheaded made coming from the other room with one of the guests.&nbsp; “excuse me a moment.” he said as he went to get a drink, making sure he walked past the redhead and briefly grabbed her ass discreetly telling her “I’ll have you a bit latter.” before continuing to Beatrice and taking a drink from her trey.&nbsp; He might have said something similar to her but he didn’t want to interrupt the Earl’s conversation with her.<br><br>He returned to Miku, drink in hand and said “now, tell me about yourself Miku.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Love And Submission</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 03:41:58</strong>
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				<br><strong>Who:</strong> J.F Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Greymore , open<br><strong>When:</strong> day 1, before dinner<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br><br>"Not well versed in the sexual acts? How terrible you poor thing. I wonder what your husband has been up to that was more fun then exploring every sensual inch of your delicious frame." J.F questioned aloud as he wrapped an arm around the gorgeous women before him's' waist and pulled her close. His sweet onyx eyes lustfully gazed into gazed into the married female's as his warm breath ticked the soft flesh of her chin. Yet once J.F noticed Vivienne's red cheeks his slid his free hand up the front of her outfit and fiddled with the female's bare chest.&nbsp; This weekend party was turning out to be&nbsp; delightful&nbsp; and it had just started. <br><br>" Though I&nbsp; must ponder&nbsp; just how&nbsp; the little your husband has taught you in the way of&nbsp; carnal pleasure. Has he shown you the pleasures of fellatio or&nbsp; buggery?"" The young Henshaw queried with delight.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 04:45:26</strong>
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				Who: Lady Greymore<br>Where: Library<br>With: J.F. Henshaw<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><br>He was delighting in the fact that she was flushed, nobody had ever treated her in such a manner and Vivienne found that she quite liked it. From what she'd just been told, this was what was expected of her this weekend and Vivienne did what was expected of her. She had to wonder where her husband had run off to, but deep down...she knew. He was off indulging with some other woman. Maybe, she hadn't been honest with him or herself even about how much it did bother her. She did know that he couldn't help himself though. Maybe this weekend would show him what it felt like. Even if he didn't stop, he'd know how it could hurt.<br><br>Vivienne knew that further blushing would come with further actions by him, but she couldn't help it when he asked this question.<br><br>"Fellatio, yes...I've discovered that I quite like doing that. Buggery, no." She was honest in her answer, even if she felt naive. She had no idea what buggery was, but she'd never admit to that. Maybe she'd ask Archibald later.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 09:39:19</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>&nbsp; The Library<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; the Earl of Surrey<br><strong>When: </strong> day 1 evening<br><hr>She trembled barely visibly as his digits traveled ever further between her legs.<strong> “Lord and Lady Darlington are indeed well-known throughout the land, my lord.” </strong>Eventually the last glass was cleared off her tray and she dared to put the silver platter down on a nearby table, forcing her to bend forward slightly. She did not miss how his hand lingered on her posterior. She was unsure how to proceed, she had been instructed to return to the kitchens after she had served the drinks, but she was in no position to just leave the earl’s side. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 11:37:51</strong>
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				Who: Lord Greymore<br>Where: Library<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><hr><br>Archie had returned from the sitting room, into the library. The room had been filled with so many guests that he was soon forced to take a seat along the side, this was acceptable, plus he was near a girl serving drinks, so he took one. He didn't see his Vivienne, though he spotted Elizabeth, so he naturally assumed that his beloved was close at hand.<br><br>He nodded to a few of the guests as they passed, winked at a few of the ladies, though none of them beyond staff really took to his fancy, but as someone moved, he saw her, she was as beautiful as the day he had met her! Archibald loved Vivienne the moment that their eyes met, her accent, though she was often embarrassed by it, enthralled him and he never really got enough of it. He picked up his second glass as a young man approached. <br><br>Had Archie known that this was the sort of event they would be attending, he would have refused the invitation, politely of course, but no one would have been the wiser, for until he was married, Archie did't attend anything, but there was food and drink and promises of excitement, so how could he refuse? Plus it was a way for his beloved sister and his new wife to meet the others that lived in the area, it seemed the proper thing to do.<br><br>As the man started to become familiar with his beloved, Archie grabbed his third drink. "Surely she will deny him--It isn't even the start of the festivities--surely she knows this isn't the start and this is just the chance to socialize, surely she must know this." He downed his drink as the gentleman with her regained his familarity and his Vivienne seemed to revel in the other man touch. Oh the fool he had been. He hated the very site of it, the part of him that was dastardly said to take her on the floor and let the entire navy have go, but the part that loved her, the part that wanted the future Earl with her, that part wanted to stop the advance, stop the charge, admit defeat and his idiocy and return to his solitude.<br><br>His heart was breaking with every touch, every whisper--Did she know he was watching? Did she do this as repayment for his own flirtations? Did she see him with Alice and this was his own personal hell? Archie wasn't like the Henshaws, he had his vices and they where many, but this wasn't his world. As the young man toyed with the flesh of his wife's breast, Archie grabbed his fourth drink. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 13:15:36</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151908.msg6925020#msg6925020">Quote from: Prince Truhan on 15-09-2012, 01:16:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Belle, Mrs Masters, Lady Henshaw, Elizabeth others nearby<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>Andrew turned as Elizabeth smiled and saw that Vivienne was alone "Would you rather have us go get her?" he said in passing, before she was approached by his cousin, Andrew's eyes did dart briefly at Belle asking something to their mother but he was to far away to make it out.<br><br>"Well if you tell me what you heard I can tell you how much is true"<br><br>His fingers brushed her stomach over her clothes briefly, she had been blushing so he had decided to make it worse "And I must say that most likely I will offer a demonstration."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I've never heard anything concrete, and no one ever gave details, but I've heard things can get quite...I believe the word that was used to describe it to me once was revealing," she said shyly.&nbsp; In truth she'd forgotten about the rumor until he'd brought up the question of her participation in the weekend.&nbsp; "But the one who told me is known for exagerating things, so I always just took it as her imaginings, as usual."&nbsp; She flushed even more as his hand traced lightly over her stomach, her eyes scanning the room again at his question about Vivienne.&nbsp; It seemed she was occupied now, and she didn't appear to object to her company.<br><br>"She seems to be doing fine for the moment," Elizabeth said, deciding to leave her be unless the situation changed.&nbsp; She saw Archie and one of the maids come in, and knew when he noticed Vivienne.&nbsp; It appeared he didn't like her familiarity with the stranger, but Elizabeth didn't feel sorry for him.&nbsp; She'd never liked his habits with other women, especially when Vivienne was such a caring person.&nbsp; She wondered why Archie still sought them out, when he had Vivienne.&nbsp; She'd never asked about their intimacies before, as that was private, so maybe there was something she didn't know about, but she still thought it insensitive of him to treat Vivienne the way he was, and right in front of her, no less.&nbsp; Let him know what Vivienne must feel like for a change, she thought, turning her attention back to the man beside her.<br><br>"Please forgive me that I haven't got your name yet," she apologized now, leaving Archie to his own problems.&nbsp; He was the man of the family, and older than she was, so let him handle his own affairs.&nbsp; "I know we were introduced, but I've heard so many names I can't keep them all straight.&nbsp; I do know you're one of the Henshaws though, if that counts for anything," she grinned, not wanting him to think her a total failure at putting faces to names.&nbsp; "I just can't remember who."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 15:45:01</strong>
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				<br><strong>Who:</strong> Earl of Surrey<br><strong>Where:</strong> Front Hall to Library<br><strong>With:</strong> everyone<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 before dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Socializing<br><hr><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151908.msg6926765#msg6926765">Quote from: RedEve on 15-09-2012, 09:39:19</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She trembled barely visibly as his digits traveled ever further between her legs.<strong> “Lord and Lady Darlington are indeed well-known throughout the land, my lord.” </strong>Eventually the last glass was cleared off her tray and she dared to put the silver platter down on a nearby table, forcing her to bend forward slightly. She did not miss how his hand lingered on her posterior. She was unsure how to proceed, she had been instructed to return to the kitchens after she had served the drinks, but she was in no position to just leave the earl’s side. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>"Indeed they are Beatrice, very good people."</strong> He knew the Darlingtons but felt there was no one quite like the Henshaws.&nbsp; The Earl's heart picked up the pace.&nbsp; This was exciting for him.&nbsp; He had only missed on weekend party.&nbsp; The man felt like an idiot for doing so but he had his reasons.&nbsp; Lord Darcy could be very intimidating when he wanted something.&nbsp; Though the Earl would say knowing the Henshaws certainly had it benefits.&nbsp; <br><br>His fingers felt the warmth of her body.&nbsp; Slowly the man to push deeper as Beatrice leaned forward.&nbsp; He leaned back to take a good look of her nethers.&nbsp; <strong>"MMMmmm.... Beatrice...you are very lovely and hospitable."</strong> There was a tingle in his loins.&nbsp; His eye lids widened to expose more of his blue eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 16:02:34</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>&nbsp; The Library<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; the Earl of Surrey<br><strong>When: </strong> day 1 evening<br><hr>A sigh escaped her lips as his fingers applied more pressure to her body. She smiled coyly at the compliment and thanked the earl.<strong> “Thank you my lord, that is kind of you to say. It is my duty to make lord and lady Henshaw’s guests feel comfortable and at home.” </strong>Beatrice unease was mostly because of her uncertainty. She hadn’t a clue what was expected of her in this situation. Was she to return to the kitchen, or would any task they might have for her there pale in comparison to keep the Earl happy? In the end she stayed put, her breathing only barely noticeably speeding up a bit.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 16:44:09</strong>
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				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Belle, Mrs Masters, Lady Henshaw, Elizabeth others nearby<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>"That's quite alright Elizabeth, I just have to learn a couple of new names, and truth be told I only bother to learn those of the ladies that impress me. Whereas you had lots of names thrown upon your memory."<br><br>He made a sign for her to hold and went to get her a drink "Here" he said "I'm Andrew, and a Henshaw as you said"<br><br>"Come with me" he said and pull her up to the furniture Mrs Masters had brought and placed Elizabeth's hand on it so she could feel the firm wood "As what will go on, eventually Alice, the maid your brother took with him will be bent over this furniture like so" he demonstrated by pushing her against it, even if not making her bend forward "and will be punished publicly for tardiness... does that suit the rumors? and trust me that is just the start"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Love And Submission</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 16:56:58</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> J.F Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Greymore , open<br><strong>When:</strong> day 1, before dinner<br><br>Upon seeing Archibald return to the library from his previous engagement , J.F&nbsp; curiously watched the man for a few moments. He hadn't rushed to stop the young Henshaw and that puzzled him greatly. Perhaps Mr.Greymore got aroused from seeing other men with his wife,&nbsp; who was J.F to judge. "fellatio , Hmm. How wonderful though you should try buggery. A woman of your&nbsp; exquisite beauty deserves to have all her holes stimulated by a stiff prick from time to time."&nbsp; J.F whispered softly to the woman , trying to hide his incongruous words from Archibald. By now though the fun of playing with Vivienne's breast had aroused the man and his erection rested gently against her back. He wondered just how far he could get before Lord Greymore stopped&nbsp; him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 17:19:48</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Earl of Surrey<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> everyone<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 before dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Enjoying Beatrice<br><hr><br>The Earl grinned delightedly as the main sighed.&nbsp; <strong>"Well you are doing a good job at making me feel comfortable."</strong> He sucked in his lower lip and racked his teeth across it.&nbsp; &nbsp;His fingers pushed further along the woman's exposed sex.&nbsp; His finger tips pressed against her lips.&nbsp; His own excitement began to grow in his trousers.&nbsp; As his index and middle rubbed Beatrice's slit, his thumb caressed and pushed against her cheeks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 17:40:08</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>&nbsp; The Library<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; the Earl of Surrey<br><strong>When: </strong> day 1 evening<br><hr>Gentle moans escaped Beatrice’s mouth as the Earl was running his fingers across her slit. It was hard not to get aroused, even though she was in the middle of a room full of people. She was relieved that she got to put the silver plate down a moment earlier, as she wasn’t sure of being able to hold onto it whilst the man was stimulating her slit. She coyly bit her lower lip and closed her eyes, trying to focus on not shaming herself in the presence of so many high-born men and women. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 23:00:03</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Lord Greymore<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Greymore, J.F Henshaw, open<br><strong>When:</strong> day 1, before dinner<br><hr><br>(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/SleepyHollow27.jpg)<br><div class="floatleft"><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">The distress that Archie was currently feeling was getting the better of him, the young man actually looked at him and still continued to fascinate himself with his wife. Was Archie jealous? Perhaps, most assuredly he did not like the look in the mans eye, especially the look he had towards the woman that was seemingly putty in his hands. It was as the other spoke to her that something must have happened, for the man hid his face, but was obviously still speaking.<br><br>Archie could take it no longer as he downed the drink he had in his hand, then grabbed three more as he stepped away from his seat, moving across the floor straight for the young man and Lady Greymore.<br><br>He smiled, though it had to be evident, at least to his wife, that he was not at all happy with what he had been seeing, but still he smiled, as polite as a cat that was about to pounce.<br><br>"Perhaps you would care to unhand my wife, but in exchange I will give you this libation, my good man.” Archie looked at Vivienne, hoping his interuption would not anger her towards him. “I wish to speak with my wife.” <br><br>Archie stood there, handing one of the other drinks to Vivienne as he looked to the young man, waiting to see what he would do, but most of all waiting to see what his wife would do.</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>15-09-2012, 23:40:32</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151908.msg6927346#msg6927346">Quote from: Prince Truhan on 15-09-2012, 16:44:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Belle, Mrs Masters, Lady Henshaw, Elizabeth others nearby<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>"That's quite alright Elizabeth, I just have to learn a couple of new names, and truth be told I only bother to learn those of the ladies that impress me. Whereas you had lots of names thrown upon your memory."<br><br>He made a sign for her to hold and went to get her a drink "Here" he said "I'm Andrew, and a Henshaw as you said"<br><br>"Come with me" he said and pull her up to the furniture Mrs Masters had brought and placed Elizabeth's hand on it so she could feel the firm wood "As what will go on, eventually Alice, the maid your brother took with him will be bent over this furniture like so" he demonstrated by pushing her against it, even if not making her bend forward "and will be punished publicly for tardiness... does that suit the rumors? and trust me that is just the start"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Elizabeth didn't fail to notice the fact that Andrew had remembered her own name, and appreciated the way he managed to compliment her without having to resort to verbal flattery.&nbsp; She could infer from his own admission that she'd impressed him somehow, though she wondered how many other women's names he was going to the trouble to remember.&nbsp; She wasn't the jealous sort, merely curious.<br><br>She took the drink he offered her with a smile, keeping the small glass with her as he pulled her up.&nbsp; She studied the piece of furniture curiously, though she didn't touch it.&nbsp; "That sort of punishment does fit the rumors, though I suppose I should call them fact now," she said, wondering just what she'd gotten herself into.&nbsp; <br><br>Before she could say anything further, she noticed Archie approach Vivienne and her companion, and worried for her sister-in-law.&nbsp; It looked like Archie had been indulging quite freely with the drinks, and she wondered if he might be about to cause a scene.&nbsp; Luckily he merely said he'd like to talk to Vivienne, so maybe he meant to talk to her in private.&nbsp; Elizabeth hadn't been paying much attention to what had been going on, but she hadn't seen anything improper.&nbsp; It would have been easy for her to miss something though, since she'd been focusing on Andrew.<br><br>"Is public punishment of the servants usual, then?" she asked him curiously, leaving Archie and Vivienne to their own affairs.&nbsp; If she was needed, she was sure one of them would make it known, but she didn't want to interfere or seem like she was being overprotective of either of them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 00:50:01</strong>
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				Who: Lady Greymore<br>Where: Library<br>With: J.F. Henshaw, Lord Greymore, open<br>When: Day 1, before dinner<br><br>Vivienne's attention was drawn towards her husband as J.F. glanced over at him and the smile on her face fell. Archie looked to be extremely upset and, even while she'd wanted to make him feel how she felt when he'd flirt with women in front of her, it hurt her to see the look in his eyes. She'd felt the young man's erection pressing against her back and that had her more than a little excited, but seems that this flirtation was over....for now. Vivienne still wanted J.F., but if it was to happen...it'd have to be later this weekend and out of Archie's sight.<br><br>Her eyes moved to J.F.'s and she smiled just slightly as if to say 'sorry..find me later'. She then looked to her husband and smiled at him. "Pardon me, J.F. I must take leave and speak with my husband." <br><br>Vivienne looked at Archie, she knew that he was upset, but now she was upset too. "I'm thinking we should take this to another room, darling."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 01:06:56</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Lord Greymore<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> day 1, before dinner<br><hr><br>Archie did his best to keep his feelings out of it, he really had, but it was just more than he could bare, he knew that it was foolish considering his own actions, both before his marriage and after, but perhaps it was just what he needed to see how wrong he had been. How so very wrong he had been.<br><br>He took Vivienne by the hand, leading her through the room, back to the sitting room where he had been earlier. He was relieved to see that no one followed, that of course was something he supposed.<br><br>Archie didn't speak until the door was closed and locked.<br><br>“I am sorry my love, I don't know what came over me, but I couldn't take it with him at you like that..I—if I ever made you feel as I feel right this moment. I would end my life right this moment from the shame I feel, but I don't like him..I don't like how he looks at you, how he touched you..choose any man in the house if you must, even Hank would be better then the Henshaw nephew..please I implore you.” Archie hoped that he wasn't falling onto deaf ears. <br><br>“Vi” He stepped in closer. “If I had known this was the sort of thing that they do, though I should have known..I would have never subjected you or Elizabeth to this..never, but here we are and I know we must be good guests.” Archie sighed. “But not him, please please not him.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 01:14:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.hollow-art.com/files/bases/20120212/ha_ahs_ab033.png)</div><strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> J.F. Henshaw, Richard Fowler, Anyone<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Evening<br><strong>What:</strong> Trying to help avert a crisis.<br><hr><br>Alice saw that J.F. was talking to Lord Greymore's wife, and she also saw the look on her recent lover's face. Sighing softly, she was once again reminded why maids never received that look. She wasn't a wife...she was a whore. Either way, she simply sucked it up and walked forward, not wanting there to be a brawl in the library. She stayed out of the way as Archibald took his wife from the room, and then moved to J.F...hoping he wouldn't follow them. She moved toward him after they left and gave him her best smile...hoping to distract him from Vivienne.<br><br>"Lord J.F...may I get you anything this evening?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 02:20:30</strong>
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				Who: Lady Greymore<br>Where: Library then Sitting Room<br>With: Lord Greymore<br>When: Day 1, before dinner<br><br>Vivienne saw Alice heading towards J.F. and she sent the woman a grateful smile that said 'thank you'. She followed her husband into the sitting room and looked at him. She knew that he was now feeling the way she felt every time she saw him head somewhere with one of their maids at their estate. "You make me feel the way you're feeling all the time. Oui, I am upset with you. It is acceptable for you to spend your time with whomever you would like, even if I don't like them. Once someone takes an interest in me, you get up in arms, that is not fair, my love."<br><br>"Any man in the house, you say?" Vivienne smiled a bit, especially when he mentioned their footman, she had wanted to see what he was like when he wasn't around her husband. <br><br>"Do you feel that I'm not enough for you? Yes, it does bother me, but it is just the way you are...I suppose."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 02:36:12</strong>
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				Who: Lord Greymore<br>Where: Sitting Room<br>With: Lady Greymore<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><br>Archie hung his head. “Quite to the contrary. You are the best of me. I couldn't be happier than I am with you.” He sighed. “I am so very sorry for my actions—I really really am. I have been such a bugger.” <br><br>He took her hand as he looked at her. “Vi..I love you, I loved you the first time our eyes met, our families might have arranged our union, but God put us together.” Archie knew he had had too much to drink, he held his libations well, but it was making him emotional.<br><br>“I tried to just continue my life as it was before you, never taking into consideration the effect it was having. Elizabeth, tried to caution me, but you might have not noticed I can be rather stubborn.” He tried to crack a smile, but it was faltering. “I have never meant to hurt you, but please all I ask is please don't entertain the Henshaw nephew. I—I know that the Henshaw's have a rather perverse nature, but down deep I believe them to be good, decent people, but knowing what I know, for having been there, the look he gave was not the look of mirth and a fun weekend, and I could not live with myself if you are Elizabeth were harmed.” In truth Archie didn't know if J.F would have been brutal with Vivienne, but Archie knew that look and it was enough for him. He would hope that if Darcy Henshaw was in his shoes that he would take the same stance with his own Lady, or his daughters, he hoped that would be the case.<br><br>“I have failed you, my love, and I will never forgive myself for such that I have been, but all I ask is this one thing..” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 02:41:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa266/afi_hottie/tumblr_liy3oiByLR1qia300o1_500_large.jpg)</div><strong>Lady Miku<br>Library<br>Richard, Anyone</strong><br><hr>Miku was a bit taken aback by his question. She didn't really know how to respond.<br><br>"Well..." she thought for a moment. "I don't really know what there is to say. I'm a pretty ordinary girl." She said with a slight shrug.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 03:16:14</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Earl of Surrey<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Beatrice, everyone<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 before dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Enjoying Beatrice<br><hr><br>As Beatrice moaned, The Earl was pleased by her.&nbsp; <strong>"Sweet Beatrice..."</strong> His fingers teased and touched the woman's sensitive bits.&nbsp; He wanted to take her there and now but dinner was still to come.&nbsp; The man didn't want to be spent so early in the evening.&nbsp; It did mean the he could enjoy this woman's own orgasm.&nbsp; He wanted her to moan and squirm.&nbsp; &nbsp;His fingers explored further, finding the woman's hidden rosebud.&nbsp; The little bump of tissue was slowly rubbed with the Earl's finger tips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 03:16:49</strong>
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				Who: Lady Greymore<br>Where: Sitting Room<br>With: Lord Greymore<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><br>"I love you, too, Archie. I just want to be able to experience some of the things you've experienced. I only know what you've taught me and, don't get me wrong, I have enjoyed everything that we've done. Very much so." Vivienne smiled at her husband, she knew that he'd had enough to drink and she led him over to where they could sit.<br><br>"I am curious about this weekend and want to partake in the things that will be going on. I think I need to step outside and get some air, please excuse me. Promise me that you won't drink anymore until dinner, please? Do not worry, I am not angry with you. I just need to get my head together."<br><br>With that, Vivienne unlocked the door and made her way through the library to walk outside. <br><br>-----&gt;continued in the Grounds thread&lt;-------
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 03:27:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Who:</strong> Lady Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library...then Corridor<br><strong>With:</strong> Anyone<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Wandering<br><hr><br>Seeing Andrew flirt with Lord Greymore's sister oddly made a little tingle of jealousy tickle her spine. However, she realized she should use this distraction to exit the library and hopefully escape his attention for a while. Besides, the library was getting rather crowded. Standing up, she quietly exited the room and began walking down the ornate corridor. Most people were in the library, so she figured she could have some alone time. Walking to a window, she stared outside and tried to sort her thoughts out about the weekend.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 04:09:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Lord Greymore<br>Where: Corridor<br>With: Belle Henshaw<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><hr>Archie was happy that things went well with Vivienne, least that was what he thought, though she had left to think and a part of him hoped that was a good thing and not something that would come to haunt him later, but she was a grown woman and he had opened up his heart quite freely to things that he had never said before that moment. <br><br>Archie moved from the sitting room back into the library, but after the time he had had there, decided to roam the house a little. He knew dinner would be coming soon, when he was lucky he could smell the various creations that must have been created to excite the pallet's. When he finally made it to what seemed to be a main corridor, he stopped roaming, glancing out a window. A part of him happy that he could see no one outside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 04:16:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Who:</strong> Lady Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library...then Corridor<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Wandering<br><hr><br>Belle heard someone walk near, and she looked over to see Lord Greymore looking out a nearby window. He didn't seem to notice her, but he also looked like he was a bit intoxicated. Figuring that she should socialize, she walked closer and curtsied to him...unwittingly giving him a view of her cleavage.<br><br>"Lord Greymore. How are you enjoying yourself so far?"<br><br>She secretly wondered if he'd try to win her virginity, but she put that out of her mind.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 04:58:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Lord Greymore<br>Where: Corridor<br>With: Belle Henshaw<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><br>Archie looked to Belle a smile coming to his lips, but he paid little attention to her curtsy, a rarity for him.<br><br>“I am afraid I am not as much as I thought I would, or would have in the past.” He said rather matter of factly. Matter's of the heart weigh in my greatly it seems.” Archie sighed. “But I do appreciate your families generosity.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 05:00:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Who:</strong> Lady Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library...then Corridor<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Wandering<br><hr><br>She frowned, but nodded.<br><br>"I feel the same...although with me, my family is the problem."<br><br>She covered her mouth immediately.<br><br>"I should not have said that."<br><br>Shrugging, she sighed.<br><br>"This weekend may be the worst of my life, or the best."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 05:10:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Lord Greymore<br>Where: Corridor<br>With: Belle Henshaw<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><br>Archie looked at Belle, for the first time, he was seeing a person and not someone to play with and just enjoy and move on to another.<br><br>“Family is all we have, my dear..we can choose our friends they say, but you can't choose your family.”&nbsp; Archie looked out the window as he continued. “I guess it's all what you make of it, but if you think there is something you will regret, my suggestion is to not do it, it will only cause you or the one you love great pain. I have learned that myself and I sincerely hope with all my heart that it was not too late.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 05:15:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Who:</strong> Lady Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library...then Corridor<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Wandering<br><hr><br>She sighed.<br><br>"I hope that it is not too late for you as well."<br><br>Then she looked out the window again.<br><br>"But I fear my problems are just beginning. And yes...you can't choose your family, but when you discover things about them you did not suspect in the least...not so good things...then sometimes you wish you could."<br><br>She swallowed.<br><br>"I am sure you know what kind of weekend this is by now. I have lived here my whole life, and I just found out this afternoon. And I also discovered some disturbing things about my brother...and what they have planned for me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 05:21:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Lord Greymore<br>Where: Corridor<br>With: Belle Henshaw<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><br>Archie looked at Belle. “I didn't know until I met your family maid, Alice.” <br><br>He sighed a little. “What is it that they have planned. In truth I know little of this sort of thing. My transgressions have largely been of my own making and within my own house. Though there are likely rumors to my behavior, I am surprised by much of it myself.” 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 05:24:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Who:</strong> Lady Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library...then Corridor<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Wandering<br><hr><br>She looked up at him and chuckled.<br><br>"Alice. She is quite pretty, is she not?"<br><br>Then she frowned. Should she tell him? No. She shouldn't. But she wanted to tell someone.<br><br>"They...well...apparently they're planning on having a contest. And...my....virginity is the prize."<br><br>She blushed and looked down.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 05:28:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Lord Greymore<br>Where: Corridor<br>With: Belle Henshaw<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><br>“Well it is a prize, but not one to be had in a contest.” Archie actually laughed. “I am sorry I shouldn't laugh, but it just seems to be the perfect thing to add to my own day. I have a change of heart for just about everything I have every done and a beautiful girl is going to be raffled to see who gets to make a woman of her.” 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 05:30:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Who:</strong> Lady Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library...then Corridor<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Wandering<br><hr><br>She blushed deeper, but frowned when he laughed. Still, she acted a bit relieved.<br><br>"Then I suppose there are some men who will not try to win...like yourself."<br><br>She smiled awkwardly up at him and swallowed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 05:45:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Lord Greymore<br>Where: Corridor<br>With: Belle Henshaw<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><br>Archie looked at Belle, some of his charm and smile returning. “I assume the game is a draw of names? Or a contest of skill?” He really wasn't sure anymore, there was so much in his life that was unside down suddenly. <br><br>“If I were to win. I would find it an honor to be the person to bring you to womanhood. Though I suspect that there are many that will be trying, so it's best to not wager much in the way of bets.” 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 05:50:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Who:</strong> Lady Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library...then Corridor<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Wandering<br><hr><br>So he was going to enter? She was a bit confused. Shrugging, she looked out the window.<br><br>"I don't know. I believe it will be a test of skill."<br><br>She blushed further at his comment about being honored.<br><br>"Thank you for your compliment."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 05:54:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Lord Greymore<br>Where: Corridor<br>With: Belle Henshaw<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><br>“You're welcome Lady Henshaw.” Archie smiled. “Perhaps what you should do is find yourself a nice young man that you like and fix the whole thing so that it falls in your favor. Your parents will be getting what they want, and in much the same way, so will you.” 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 06:00:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Who:</strong> Lady Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library...then Corridor<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Wandering<br><hr><br>She chuckled.<br><br>"I'm not sure there is a nice young man here, and the man who seems most determined to earn it is someone that should not."<br><br>Of course, she wouldn't say that the thought of Andrew winning did make her wet between her legs. Sighing, she leaned her forehead against the glass.<br><br>"It just seems so overwhelming."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 06:18:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Lord Greymore<br>Where: Corridor<br>With: Belle Henshaw<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><br>“Maybe you need to get drunk..has worked wonders for me.” Archie replied as he looked at Belle who was obviously in despair. “Who is it that doesn't deserve it?” 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 06:37:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Who:</strong> Lady Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library...then Corridor<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Wandering<br><hr><br>She chuckled.<br><br>"I have a very low tolerance for alcohol. My inhibitions go out the window, and right now, I believe I need to keep my wits about me. However, I will consider your advice."<br><br>At his next question, she hesitated.<br><br>"It is not that he does not deserve it. It is because it is wrong."<br><br>Looking into his eyes, she smiled sadly.<br><br>"It's my brother, Andrew."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 06:44:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Lord Greymore<br>Where: Corridor<br>With: Belle Henshaw<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><br>Archie continued to look out the window. “Ahh, well it's not the first time that has happened and won't be the last. Really not something that should be lost to a brother though, but that is just my own thought on the subject.” Archie backed from the window slighty. “Andrew is a good man I believe, but I recently saw him with my sister, so perhaps his desire to take you in such a manner has faded for the weekend?” Archie wasn't sure if that would be the case, he rather doubted it, but maybe it would make her feel more at ease.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 06:47:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Who:</strong> Lady Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library...then Corridor<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Wandering<br><hr><br>The fact that he didn't seem shocked actually surprised her, but she figured he was right. However, when he said that he'd seen Andrew with his sister, she hid the jealousy that she felt. Why was she feeling jealous? She didn't want Andrew...did she? Either way, she should be relieved.<br><br>"Perhaps."<br><br>Turning away from the window as well, she smiled at him.<br><br>"Thank you for listening to me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>luphawk</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 06:48:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Who:&nbsp; Lord Richard Fowler<br>Where:&nbsp; the library<br>With:&nbsp; Miku, open<br>When:&nbsp; day 1 before dinner<br><br>Richard grinned back at the girl’s answer, had she really not been paying attention to what was going on around her or did she know about and expect it.&nbsp; Some how he suspected the former.<br><br>“ordinary?&nbsp; I think not.&nbsp; If nothing else your beauty is extraordinary.” he complimented her before deciding to be more direct “I must say, I notice you have shown no reaction to what is happening in this room.&nbsp; There are subtle things you may have missed, conversations I have overheard that you may not have but then there is the barely clad maid having her nether regains played with.“&nbsp; he gestured toward Beatrice “That I should think would be a clue to you what sort of gathering this is if you do not already know.” staying close he watched for her reaction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 07:08:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa266/afi_hottie/tumblr_liy3oiByLR1qia300o1_500_large.jpg)</div><strong>Lady Miku<br>Library<br>Richard, Anyone</strong><br><hr>Miku smiled. "Well thank you." She replied, slightly bowing her head in gratitude. When Richard mentioned what was going on around them, she nodded.<br><br>"I know. Willow has informed me of what goes on." She admitted.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>luphawk</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 07:40:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Who:&nbsp; Lord Richard Fowler<br>Where:&nbsp; the library<br>With:&nbsp; Miku, open<br>When:&nbsp; day 1 before dinner<br><br>“ah” Richard replied, a slight look of disappointment crossing his face before his smile returned.&nbsp; He had hoped to see her face when she learned the carnal nature of the weekend but it was a small thing and now that he knew she knew he could be as direct as he liked.&nbsp; “well then, know that I do not exaggerate when I speak of your beauty.&nbsp; You are every bit as radiant as your mother.”&nbsp; he looked in her eyes seriously as he moved closer and his hand caressed her shoulder “I suppose you know what I want then?&nbsp; Would you be willing to accompany me to a side room where we could…talk more privately?”&nbsp; he didn’t really expect her to agree, particularly if she was still a virgin but he would have her one way or another and though it was a slim chance asking seamed the quickest way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 07:44:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151908.msg6930211#msg6930211">Quote from: Christa McGinn on 16-09-2012, 06:47:07</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Who:</strong> Lady Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library...then Corridor<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Wandering<br><hr><br>The fact that he didn't seem shocked actually surprised her, but she figured he was right. However, when he said that he'd seen Andrew with his sister, she hid the jealousy that she felt. Why was she feeling jealous? She didn't want Andrew...did she? Either way, she should be relieved.<br><br>"Perhaps."<br><br>Turning away from the window as well, she smiled at him.<br><br>"Thank you for listening to me."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Who: Lord Greymore<br>Where: Corridor<br>With: Belle Henshaw<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><br><br>“Of course Lady Henshaw. It was my pleasure I do hope that I was of some help.” Archie was slightly coming off his buzz, but not enough to raise alarm. “One will often find their answers when they least expect it, so keep that in mind as well.” <br><br>Archie went back to staring out the window as he sighed a little, but it was turning to a sign of contentment, which for Archie was a good change, he hadn't been content since he lost his mother.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 09:34:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Belle, Mrs Masters, Lady Henshaw, Elizabeth others nearby<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>Andrew saw Belle walk away, part of him wanted to go after her, two things stopped him however, one, Elizabeth had certainly caught his attention and two, as much as he wanted her now, he had to give his sister some space.<br><br>"It is common, not just the servants though, many of the guests will end&nbsp; up there as well, and for many it won't be clear if what is going on is a punishment as it won't involve whips"<br><br>He caressed her lower back as he spoke "What are your thoughts so far?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 09:42:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa266/afi_hottie/tumblr_liy3oiByLR1qia300o1_500_large.jpg)</div><strong>Lady Miku<br>Library<br>Richard, Anyone</strong><br><hr>Miku pursed her lips together in thought. "I'm not sure." She replied softly. "I appreciate your compliments, but the age difference..." She trailed off, hoping she didn't just insult him.<br><br>"It's...quite a difference." She bit her lip. The thought of being with a man more than twice her age made her feel...awkward. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 12:19:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<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>&nbsp; The Library<br><strong>With:</strong>&nbsp; the Earl of Surrey<br><strong>When: </strong> day 1 evening<br><hr>When his fingers lingered on her womanhood and he even started to apply some pressure to her little button, Beatrice moaned audibly. If she remained in his presence, she would shame herself in front of the assembled gentry. She lingered underneath his touch for a moment longer before gently detaching her posterior from his grasp. She picked up the empty tray and curtsied for the earl. “I beg your pardon my lord, but I am required in the kitchen to further prepare the dinner.” She avoided eye-contact though the lord no doubt did not miss the blush on her cheeks. She couldn’t make her way out of the library quickly enough.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Love And Submission</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 14:31:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Who:</strong> J.F Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library to out<br><strong>With:</strong> Alice&nbsp; Pratt.<br><strong>When:</strong> day 1, before dinner<br><br>Letting lady Greymore&nbsp; go didn't bother J.F at all. That was the nature of the social hierarchy of his society and he willingly abided by the rules."No no. There's nothing you can do for me at the moment , Alice. Infact there's someone I have to go meet. if you'll excuse me." J.F politely replied&nbsp; as he strolled off whistling a sweet tune.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>luphawk</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 15:29:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Who:&nbsp; Lord Richard Fowler<br>Where:&nbsp; the library<br>With:&nbsp; Miku, open<br>When:&nbsp; day 1 before dinner<br><br>Age?&nbsp; Was that really all that was stopping her he thought with a chuckle “such pairings are not unusual my dear.” he smiled as his hand moved down her arm then up to caress her cheek, brushing one of her breasts on the way “and I assure you, my age only means I know how to please a woman.”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 16:12:39</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151908.msg6930779#msg6930779">Quote from: Prince Truhan on 16-09-2012, 09:34:39</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Belle, Mrs Masters, Lady Henshaw, Elizabeth others nearby<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>Andrew saw Belle walk away, part of him wanted to go after her, two things stopped him however, one, Elizabeth had certainly caught his attention and two, as much as he wanted her now, he had to give his sister some space.<br><br>"It is common, not just the servants though, many of the guests will end&nbsp; up there as well, and for many it won't be clear if what is going on is a punishment as it won't involve whips"<br><br>He caressed her lower back as he spoke "What are your thoughts so far?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Punishment without whips?&nbsp; That could be... interesting to watch," she admitted.&nbsp; Fortunately Archie was lenient with the servants back at their own manor, but she'd always heard that a few lashes was the common punishment for infractions, at least minor ones.&nbsp; Their own servants were well-behaved, for the most part, so she couldn't remember the last time she'd been witness to one being disciplined, but she supposed she'd be privy to it this weekend.&nbsp; She only hoped it wouldn't bee too harsh of one.<br><br>"This is... a lot to take in all at once, the... reality of what goes on during these weekends," she admitted.&nbsp; "I'm not sure what to think about all of it, truthfully," she added.&nbsp; She wondered if Archie or Vivienne would want to leave, now that they knew what the weekend would involve, but neither of them was around for her to find out.&nbsp; She was curious, but she'd respect their wishes if they didn't feel comfortable staying.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 17:05:48</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Earl of Surrey<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Beatrice, everyone<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 before dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Enjoying Beatrice<br><hr><br>The Earl was lost in his pleasure of Beatrice.&nbsp; He was unaware of conversations around him.&nbsp; The maid was becoming very wet under his touch.&nbsp; The man licks his lips as Beatrice moaned.&nbsp; <strong>"Me too my dear....."</strong> He kept even pressure on her clit.&nbsp; &nbsp;The man resisted the urge to push deeply into her.&nbsp; Slowly she began to move away from his touch.&nbsp; His hand continued to follow before it couldn't anymore.&nbsp; He had a content look on his face as she spoke.&nbsp; His fingers were covered in her essence.&nbsp; He brought his fingers up to his lips. <em>So sweet</em> He thought.&nbsp; The Earl licked them clean as she curtsied.&nbsp; <strong>"Go now then but we shall finish this later..."</strong> His tongue wiped the remnants from his lips.&nbsp; His bulge pushed out the fabric of his trousers.&nbsp; As Beatrice scurried off, he plotted their next engagement.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 17:15:33</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Lady Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Corridor...then Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Archibald Greymore...then everyone.<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Wandering<br><hr><br>Belle smiled at him and nodded.<br><br>"I will keep that in mind. Thank you."<br><br>With that, she headed back to the library.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 17:18:15</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> J.F. Henshaw, Arthur Merryweather, Anyone<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Attending to the Guests<br><hr><br>Alice smiled and nodded at him, but frowned as he walked away. Wow. She felt rejected. Sighing, she shrugged and went over to the side of the room that Beatrice had just left...leaning against the wall and watching everyone to make sure that no one needed anything. She made eye contact with the Earl and smiled politely.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 17:20:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa266/afi_hottie/tumblr_liy3oiByLR1qia300o1_500_large.jpg)</div><strong>Lady Miku<br>Library<br>Richard, Anyone</strong><br><hr>"I understand that." Miku said.<br><br>"But I'm not sure I'm comfortable with it." She shied away from his touch and turned her head towards the window.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 17:27:43</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Earl of Surrey<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Beatrice, Alice, everyone<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 before dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Enjoying Beatrice<br><hr><br>The empty glass the Earl had been holding was finally set down.&nbsp; Thoughts of taking Beatrice still fresh in his mind.&nbsp; She was very enjoyable.&nbsp; Mrs. Marsters had made a choice in the uniforms for this year.&nbsp; He was quite pleased so far.&nbsp; Though, The Earl was always pleased at these events.&nbsp; <br><br>The Earl looked about the room till he saw her.&nbsp; He had seen Alice before when he's come to the house but never caught her name.&nbsp; His feet shifted then shuffled towards her.&nbsp; <strong>"Good Evening...."</strong> His lustful blue eyes looked over the woman.&nbsp; The Henshaw really did have good taste in the help.&nbsp; The Earl's sly grin still present from Beatrice. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 17:33:53</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Arthur Merryweather<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Speaking with the Earl of Surrey<br><hr><br>Alice looked up to see the Earl of Surrey approach her, and she smiled. Curtsying, she met his eyes.<br><br>"Good evening, Sir."<br><br>She wasn't a fool. She could see the lust in his eyes, and as she'd been here longer than Beatrice, she knew what was expected of her. However, if he wanted her, then he'd have to make it known. In her mind, she'd just been rejected by J.F., and Alice didn't like rejection. She might be a maid, but that didn't mean she didn't have dignity. <br><br>"Is there anything I can do for you, Milord?"<br><br>Her question and expression was innocent, and if he chose something like a drink, then she'd do that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 18:53:50</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>As Alice curtsied, the man looked down her top.&nbsp; She was perky.&nbsp; She appeared to be a fiery redhead.&nbsp; Beatrice left the man wanting more but she would get hers, after this one in front of him.&nbsp; It would be rude just to rush off.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Is there anything I can do for you, Milord?"</em><br><br>He stretched out his hand to caress her face.&nbsp; The woman's skin was fair and soft.&nbsp; He left her question unanswered as the Earl thought how she could do for him.&nbsp; <strong>"Is there anything you can't do for me this weekend?"</strong> she seemed innocent in a house less then such.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 19:06:33</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Arthur Merryweather<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Speaking with the Earl of Surrey<br><hr><br>She felt his hand caress her face, and she raised her eyes to look into his with a slight smile. His words made her blush, and she chuckled softly.<br><br>"I think you already know the answer to that question, Milord."<br><br>She licked her lips and realized he might not know her name.<br><br>"I'm Alice. Do you have any specific requests as of now?"<br><br>She looked innocent, and compared to other women, she was. However, she knew what was expected at these parties, and her tryst with Lord Greymore had left her rather excited. It wasn't unusual for her not to orgasm from penetration alone, but that didn't mean she still didn't want to. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 19:16:50</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Lady Constance Henshaw<br><strong>With:</strong> Whoever is around<br><strong>Where:</strong> The Library<br><br>Lady Constance felt faint.&nbsp; It was probably due to her not having eaten much so far this day.&nbsp; She blinked a few times, running a hand across her eyes.<br><br>"If you would all excuse me I think I am going to take a few minutes to myself before dinner" she said, excusing herself from those around her.<br><br>(OOC: Just taking Connie out until I feel more with it.&nbsp; I will post in her rooms if someone wishes to check on her)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 20:11:30</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Earl of Surrey<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Alice, everyone<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 before dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Chatting with Alice<br><hr><br><strong>"I know."</strong> It was a free weekend, which meant little if no limits.&nbsp; The human body was free to express itself in any fashion, as long as the other was willing.&nbsp; The Henshaw still respected the staff and wouldn't tolerate inappropriate misuse of the help.&nbsp; The Earl's own kinks weren't terribly extreme but it was still early into the fest of flesh.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Alice....how lovely..."</strong> His hand sauntered down her skin to her shoulder.&nbsp; The Earl moved along the hem of her top to her exposed cleavage.&nbsp; <strong>"First...have you already <em>seen</em> to anyone."</strong> He said as the Earl began to grope the redhead openly one handed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 20:14:16</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Arthur Merryweather<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Speaking with the Earl of Surrey<br><hr><br>Alice felt his hand caress down to her shoulder and then the low-cut neckline of her uniform. Although hers wasn't as revealing as Beatrice's or Chloe's, her uniform was still made to be sexy...and to be taken off easily. She bit her bottom lip and nodded a bit.<br><br>"Yes, but I have washed since then."<br><br>She felt her nipples harden as he groped her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 20:27:44</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Earl of Surrey<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Alice, everyone<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 before dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Chatting with Alice<br><hr><br>His grin grew as Alice mentioned being washed.&nbsp; It wouldn't have bothered him.&nbsp; He has seen woman at this events covered in the remains of their male counterparts.&nbsp; <strong>"Good."</strong> It sounded lustful out of his mouth.&nbsp; His thumb found Alice's nipple.&nbsp; He started to rub the protrusion with small circles.&nbsp; <strong>"What did he do to you?"</strong> The Earl didn't want to follow up sex with sex, but left that option open.&nbsp; Public sex would be the normal over the next day or so.&nbsp; He had a another question for the redhead.&nbsp; <strong>"What would you have me do to you here among these people?</strong> His other hand came up to attend to the woman's other breast.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 20:33:15</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Arthur Merryweather<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Speaking with the Earl of Surrey<br><hr><br>She saw him smile and gave him an almost shy smile in return. When his thumb found her nipple through the fabric, she swallowed and groaned softly. Her nipples were rock-hard now, and when he asked his question, she had to think.<br><br>"He...took me on the sitting room floor."<br><br>The second question made her frown. She'd actually never done anything publicly before...unless you counted Andrew's recent fingering. Even then, no one had been visible, though. <br><br>"I've never done anything this public before."<br><br>She looked into his eyes. <br><br>"But you are welcome to do whatever you would like."<br><br>Then she leaned in and whispered in his ear.<br><br>"Or have me do whatever you'd like to you. Perhaps you'd like my mouth?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 20:47:15</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Earl of Surrey<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Alice, everyone<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 before dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Chatting with Alice<br><hr><br><br>His thumbs were gentle.&nbsp; He fabric was silky smooth.&nbsp; The Earl bit on his lower lips when she spoke of being taking on the floor.&nbsp; His eyebrow rose in curiosity of who took her.&nbsp; The floor wouldn't have been the Earl choice he found it dreadfully chilly but lust has not preference.&nbsp; His lips pursed as the woman before frowned.&nbsp; Such a lovely face shouldn't frown but then she let the words come out.&nbsp; His sly grin returned instantly.&nbsp; Their eyes met.&nbsp; Of course the man was welcome, he was a guest.&nbsp; He felt the closeness of her when she whispered.&nbsp; He whispered in return <strong>"Then make it so Alice."</strong> The Earl left one of Alice's clothed breast unattended to guide her hand to his bulge.&nbsp; <strong>"Show me your willingness, Alice."</strong>&nbsp; His other hand manage to get a grasp of her nipple and applied pressure.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 20:54:50</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Arthur Merryweather<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Speaking with the Earl of Surrey<br><hr><br>His return whisper made her smile, and she nodded.<br><br>"Yes, Milord."<br><br>Letting him guide her hand to his bulge, she looked around briefly to see if anyone was looking before stroked his erection through the cloth. Reaching down with her other hand, she unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his hard cock. Keeping her eyes on his, she grasped the rod with both hands and began pumping...twisting occasionally and moving one hand to pull out his heavy balls as well...gently massaging them.<br><br>"Shall I suck your cock, now, Sir?"<br><br>Her tone was both innocent and seductive.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 20:58:43</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Earl of Surrey<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Alice, everyone<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 before dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Chatting with Alice<br><hr><br>The Earl's hand returned to massaging the maid's bosom.&nbsp; The cool air rushed along his exposed skin.&nbsp; The man inhaled through his nose at Alice's first touch.&nbsp; The man moaned.&nbsp; <strong>"Yes Alice, on your knees and be good maid."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 21:06:16</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Arthur Merryweather<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Making the Earl Happy<br><hr><br>Alice groaned softly at his massage of her breasts, but she obeyed...falling to her knees and looking up at him. Luckily they were toward the edge of the room, but if someone looked over at them, they'd see everything. Her left hand cupped his balls as her right hand grasped the base of his cock. Leaning up, she kissed the tip and then swirled her tongue over it...watching him with her eyes the whole time.<br><br>Finally she took the head into her mouth and suckled gently before going a bit deeper...and a bit deeper. She pulled off briefly to lick long stripes up and down his member and then bent down to lave his balls with her wet tongue. Finally she went back to his shaft and took the first couple of inches in as her hand pumped the base.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 21:35:29</strong>
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				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Elizabeth others nearby<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>Andrew smiled as she said punishment with whips spunded interesting to watch.<br><br>"Well, I think you are now getting the idea of what can happen in this weekend, so what are you more inclined to do? run away, see the events... or visit my rooms?"<br><br>He added the last one in a joking tone, more to gauge her reaction than anything else, after all he didn't know how much experience she had, only that she hadn't been at the weekend before.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 21:49:38</strong>
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				Who: Lord Victor Henshaw<br>Where: The Library<br>With: open<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/Vintage_Baldi.jpg)<br><br>Victor had likely been one of the last to enter the library, he was feeling lazy. He liked to feel lazy because it helped him to reserve his energy for other endeavors, he has played with Willow, but now was bored of that, there were simply too many choices to occupy his time on someone that he could have whenever he chose.<br><br>He smiled as he saw his brother not focusing on Belle, though he had to admit the desires Andrew had for their sister, he wanted to make his personal mission to help him get. He would think of things in his mind as he mingled. How much work could that possibly be?<br><br>“I wonder if they have shaved Chloe yet?” He thought, but said out loud as he moved to a server and took a drink, giving the girl a pat on the ass as a personal thank you for actually doing nothing. “Oh to have been that razor.” He laughed as he thought of the young woman, perhaps that would be his craving for the day..perhaps.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 00:37:54</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151908.msg6932370#msg6932370">Quote from: Prince Truhan on 16-09-2012, 21:35:29</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Elizabeth others nearby<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>Andrew smiled as she said punishment with whips spunded interesting to watch.<br><br>"Well, I think you are now getting the idea of what can happen in this weekend, so what are you more inclined to do? run away, see the events... or visit my rooms?"<br><br>He added the last one in a joking tone, more to gauge her reaction than anything else, after all he didn't know how much experience she had, only that she hadn't been at the weekend before.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Her eyes widened at the invitation to his room, and she fidgeted slightly, not wanting to offend him, yet not feeling comfortable with the suggestion either.&nbsp; "Running away would be an insult to your parents' hospitality, I should think," she said carefully.&nbsp; "I've not watched anyone... indulge before, let alone done it myself, and I'd not want to have your parents regret extending their invitation by hiding," she added, letting him know in a roundabout way just how little experience she had, without coming out and telling him.&nbsp; Her eyes scanned the room, partly to see if Archie and Vivienne had ironed things out between them, only to stop short on Alice and the man she was with.&nbsp; She couldn't help but stare at them, her innate curiosity warring with the notion of privacy she'd grown up with.&nbsp; She'd always been taught that it wasn't polite to stare, but the two of them obviously must not mind, if they were comfortable in a roomful of people.&nbsp; She finally pulled her gaze back to Andrew, hating how easily her face colored, wishing she was more difficult to embarrass.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 00:51:14</strong>
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				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Elizabeth others nearby<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>He smiled and cupped her cheek in his hand "It's ok to be shocked, I am glad you are not running away. It is a shame you have been sheltered from experience, but I am glad to be around once your shell starts to crack, I might even be lucky enough to be doing the cracking"<br><br>His other hand caressed her side "Do you have questions now?" he asked while feeling her through her clothes, he noticed she was paying close attention to what went on around them, but he hoped it was just her being aware or nervous, and not her wishing to be somewhere else.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DS2K</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 02:31:54</strong>
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				Who: Robert Smith<br>Where: Library<br>With: Open<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>Robert enter the library and took in all that was gong on, "Well seem like I missing all the fun"he think to himself as to move to an open seat.&nbsp; Sitting back and watch the room
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 02:33:43</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Earl of Surrey<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Alice, everyone<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 before dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Chatting with Alice<br><hr><br>His hands slipped from Alice's bosom.&nbsp; One hand laid on her shoulder as the other stroked her hair.&nbsp; His breathing deepened as the obedient maid cupped his balls.&nbsp; His lips parted.&nbsp; He groaned sensually as her hands stroked his organ.&nbsp; <strong>"Good....go on"</strong> His eyes closed slightly.&nbsp; His head tilted back. <br><br>The Earl took a long deep breath as Alice enveloped him.&nbsp; Her lips wrapping around his head, pushing down to his shaft.&nbsp; His finger brushed along the side of her red hair.&nbsp; He spread his fingers, letting her hair past around his fingers.&nbsp; <strong>"Alice.....mmmmm"</strong> His fingers tightened around her strands.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 03:02:04</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151908.msg6933371#msg6933371">Quote from: Prince Truhan on 17-09-2012, 00:51:14</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Elizabeth others nearby<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>He smiled and cupped her cheek in his hand "It's ok to be shocked, I am glad you are not running away. It is a shame you have been sheltered from experience, but I am glad to be around once your shell starts to crack, I might even be lucky enough to be doing the cracking"<br><br>His other hand caressed her side "Do you have questions now?" he asked while feeling her through her clothes, he noticed she was paying close attention to what went on around them, but he hoped it was just her being aware or nervous, and not her wishing to be somewhere else.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I don't know if it was as much sheltered, rather than the fact that things like this aren't usually talked about in polite company," she said.&nbsp; "As for questions, I can't think of any, at least I can't get answered by being observant," she added.&nbsp; The truth was, she had plenty, but none she felt like divulging to practically a total stranger.&nbsp; She wondered if the man truly liked what Alice was doing, for one thing, but she turned her gaze back to Andrew, not wanting him to feel as if she were ignoring him.&nbsp; She smiled shyly as he cupped her cheek, relieved that he was exercising patience with her, and not simply trying to be all hands, now that she knew what was to be happening during the course of the weekend.&nbsp; She liked that about him.&nbsp; "Have you taken part in these weekends before, or will this be your first one?" she asked him, hoping she hadn't already asked the question.&nbsp; She honestly couldn't remember if she had, what with the surprise of learning what type of weekend this would be, and hoped he wouldn't think her as absent-minded, if she had.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 03:28:52</strong>
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				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Elizabeth others nearby<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>"Yes, I have taken part since I was allowed to" His hand kept caressing her side slowly "Things are more free here than anywhere else, I hope to help you take advantage of that."<br><br>He followed her eyes and saw she was watching Alice work, his own eyes briefly looked at Belle hoping to catch her gaze. Then he moved a little to the side so that he wouldn't obstruct her view of Alice and the earl. He leaned and whispered in her ear/<br><br>"What is in your mind as you stare at those two?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 04:40:04</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Arthur Merryweather<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Making the Earl Happy<br><hr><br>Alice could tell he was pleased with her skill, so she figured that the Henshaw men had taught her well. The nights spend sucking Andrew, Victor and Darcy's cocks were coming in handy, and she used her knowledge to take it even further. Moaning softly, she pulled her cheeks in tight and began wiggling her tongue back and forth...making sure that saliva covered the shaft. Her eyes never left his, and her hand gently played with his balls as her other continued to pump his base.<br><br>Her lips were tight, and she began descending even deeper...taking more and more in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>luphawk</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 05:30:58</strong>
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				Who:&nbsp; Lord Richard Fowler<br>Where:&nbsp; the library<br>With:&nbsp; Miku, open<br>When:&nbsp; day 1 before dinner<br><br>Richard initially allowed her to shi away “not sure?” he softly repeated what she said as a question.&nbsp; “you seam to be nerves.” he said as his hand touched her back “tell me Miku, is it truly my age that gives you pause?&nbsp; If I were a younger man, close to your own age lets say, would you have simply accompanied me to the other room?&nbsp; Or are you perhaps still unsure about wanting to participate in the carnal nature of the weekend all together?”&nbsp; as he spoke his hand slowly moved down her back.&nbsp; If she did nothing to stop him it would reach and caress her rear soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 05:44:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa266/afi_hottie/tumblr_liy3oiByLR1qia300o1_500_large.jpg)</div><strong>Lady Miku<br>Library<br>Richard, Anyone</strong><br><hr>Miku sighed. She felt his hand on her back, but thought nothing of it at first. <em>He's practically the same age as my father, and he's trying to seduce me...!</em> The whole idea made Miku rather uncomfortable. She felt his hand move further down her back, dangerously close to her bottom.<br><br>"I don't think the way you're touching me is appropriate." She stated simply, moving her position so her back was no longer facing him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>luphawk</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 06:13:02</strong>
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				Who:&nbsp; Lord Richard Fowler<br>Where:&nbsp; the library<br>With:&nbsp; Miku, open<br>When:&nbsp; day 1 before dinner<br><br>Richard smiled back at her statement, moving closer to her as she turned so that rather then removing his hand from her back her movement succeeded only in stopping its downward motion at the small of her back and wrapped his arm around her “normally you would be right, and I myself would reprimand any man attempting to touch you in such a way in public.&nbsp; However the rules are different during at an event such as this.”&nbsp; his smile widened as he continued&nbsp; “thou one of the other first timers might come to your aide if I forced you and you called out for help, if I raised your dress and proceeded to ravish you hear and now in full view of the others assembled in this room most would do no more then watch, if they were not distracted with there own pleasures.” his tone was even and his other hand came up to touch her cheek as he added “but you did not truly answer my question.&nbsp; Is it just my age, would you eagerly submit to a younger man?” the arm around her held her tight enough to keep her from polling away before he had his answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 06:16:44</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Miku, Richard Fowler<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Pulling Miku Away<br><hr><br>Belle was about ready to go to a sofa when she saw Miku being pulled in what was obviously an unwanted embrace by Lord Fowler. Sighing, she figured that she should save the poor girl from the lusty lord. Walking over, she grabbed Miku's arm gently and smiled.<br><br>"Please excuse me Lord Fowler, but I need to speak privately to Miku."<br><br>She gave him a sweet smile and firmly pulled Miku from his arms, hoping she didn't hurt the girl. Sometimes men just couldn't take a hint.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 06:48:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa266/afi_hottie/tumblr_liy3oiByLR1qia300o1_500_large.jpg)</div><strong>Lady Miku<br>Library<br>Richard, Belle</strong><br><hr>Miku didn't have time to react as Richard pulled her close to him. She looked around, slightly panicked.<br><br>She was about to speak, when Belle came over and jumped to her rescue. Miku gave her a thankful smile then turned to Richard. "Please excuse me." She bowed her head slightly and went with Belle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>luphawk</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 07:04:40</strong>
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				Who:&nbsp; Lord Richard Fowler<br>Where:&nbsp; the library<br>With:&nbsp; Miku, Belle, open<br>When:&nbsp; day 1 before dinner<br><br>Richard frowned at the interruption before smiling and saying with a bit of a laugh “very well, I’ll excuse you for now but I’ll want an answer before too long.” he let Belle take her, knowing he would have her soon enough.<br><br>He leaned on the window sill watching them go.&nbsp; He hadn’t heard most of the conversation earlier but he knew there where plans for belle's virginity.&nbsp; That was fine, if it was a contest of some sort he would try to win but he didn’t really care about being first as long as he got her.&nbsp; He scanned the room thinking he might have that fun with the redheaded maid now but he saw she was kneeling before the earl so he kept looking to see if there were any women not engaged with anyone at the moment.<br><br>It seamed all were involved at the moment so Richard decided to take a little walk.&nbsp; Once he left the library he decided almost instantly he would head down to the stables and check in on his horse, the magnificent beast was a one of his most cherished possessions and it hadn’t seamed happy when they arrived.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 12:37:01</strong>
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				Who: Lord Archibald Greymore<br>Where: The Library (from the Corridor)<br>With: open<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e2/Vintage_Archibald.jpg)<br><br>Archibald, for he was feeling more his reclusive self at the moment, stood at the window a good while after Lady Belle left. His urging desires, that he had hoped would carry him over the weekend were fading, he was returning to what he had once been before his discovery of what he deeded his vitamin of fun and pleasure. In truth he remembered little of what he did while under the influence of his vitamin, but no one seemed to mind that he was taking them. He was out of his laboratory, and that was all that seemed to matter to anyone. In fact his venture to the Henshaw's alone was a major step in what he had deemed his to adventure.<br><br>Archibald dipped into his pocket and removed a small bottle that he had someone in London create for him, normally he kept his vitamins in a locked box, but he was out and about town as he saw it, so was carrying them on his person. “I shall partake of just one.” He said as he turned from the window to return to the library.<br><br>Upon his return, Archibald grabbed a drink, now his fifth? Perhaps his sixth as he saw Alice servicing the Earl. He knew of course it was her duty, but the only Earl he wanted her to service was himself, but unencumbered by the setback, Archibald took a second pill and found a seat beside his sister.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 13:22:24</strong>
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				<strong>Who: Lady Louise Windsor<br>Where: The Library<br>With: Anyone?<br>When: Before Dinner, day 1</strong><br><br>Lady Windsor was so far bored.&nbsp; She was bored with the company, bored with the house and bored with waiting.&nbsp; Where there no suitable targets she could tease and torment?<br><br>Entering the library she looked round, sighing with disappointment, "I see this weekend is going to be a terrible let down" she muttered to herself as she moved to pour a large glass of wine.&nbsp; <br><br>Louise stood watching, her nose somewhat in the air.&nbsp; <br><br>"I do hope there will be some entertainment suitable for a Lady" she said, looking at the men as they touched the maids.&nbsp; "Typical animals, pawing the staff" she tutted, looking even more annoyed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 21:09:43</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Miku Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Speaking with Miku<br><hr><br>Belle smiled as she led Miku away and chose a sofa far away from Richard...and only large enough for two. Chuckling, she sat down.<br><br>"Sorry I did not save you sooner."<br><br>Heard moaning and looked over to see Alice on her knees before the Earl of Surrey. Blushing, she tried to ignore it and spoke to Miku.<br><br>"Are you as shocked by all this as I am?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 21:16:18</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Earl of Surrey<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Alice, everyone<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 before dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Chatting with Alice<br><hr><br>The Earl moaned as Alice sucked upon him.&nbsp; <strong>"Smashing Alice...."</strong> His fingers went slack as he ran them through her hair.&nbsp; Another throaty moan erupted from the man.&nbsp; <strong>"Go on Alice.......finish it...."</strong> His heart raced.&nbsp; His euphoria came rushing through his body.&nbsp; She was handling quite well.&nbsp; Her skills were well taught in the Earl's opinion.&nbsp; His mouth opened.&nbsp; His body started to shutter.&nbsp; A loud groan of relief came forth from the man as well as his offering to Alice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 21:23:33</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Arthur Merryweather<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Finishing up a task.<br><hr><br>Alice could tell he was getting close, so when he moaned and told her to finish it, she went deeper and began moving her head back and forth. Finally she felt him jerk, and she suctioned her lips tightly around his shaft before swallowing every drop he gave her. When he was done, she pulled off with a soft 'pop' and then licked up any remaining cum. She gently put his cock back in his pants and buttoned his pants back before she licked her lips and stood.<br><br>"Thank you, Sir."<br><br>With that, she walked out and went to the bathroom (very modern...with indoor plumbing) and washed her mouth out. There was a bowl of mint leaves in the hallway for this purpose, so she took one and then returned to the library...standing along the wall and waiting for orders.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 21:47:11</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Earl of Surrey<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Alice, everyone<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 before dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Chatting with Alice<br><hr><br>The man had a pleased look on his face.&nbsp; Alice had serviced him well.&nbsp; She was gentle in putting him back in his trousers.&nbsp; His body tingled all over.&nbsp; It felt refreshed.&nbsp; <strong>"Very good, Alice...That is all."</strong> He watched her walk off, The Earl was off to a good start.<br><br>With his mind clear, he had business he need to finish.&nbsp; His own needs were taken care of but Beatrice was in for a treat.&nbsp; She left in a hurry and the Earl didn't get a chance to finish.&nbsp; &nbsp;The man didn't want to make a scene on the first night.&nbsp; After Alice had gone, The Earl set off in search of Beatrice.<br><br>As the Earl left the library, his gaze set upon the good Lady Windsor.&nbsp; She would get hers he thought.&nbsp; It was still early into the weekend.&nbsp; The Earl would do something special with that one.&nbsp; He wanted to knock the silver spoon out of her mouth.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 22:28:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa266/afi_hottie/tumblr_liy3oiByLR1qia300o1_500_large.jpg)</div><strong>Lady Miku<br>Library<br>Belle</strong><br><hr>"It's alright." Miku replied. "Better late then never, right?" She smiled and sat down.<br><br>"Willow told me things like this would go on." She said with a quick look around. "I kind of regret coming now. Especially now that I think Richard wants to take me as his own..." She sighed. "He's over twice my age, and he could be my father!" Miku exclaimed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 00:48:16</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151908.msg6934142#msg6934142">Quote from: Prince Truhan on 17-09-2012, 03:28:52</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Elizabeth others nearby<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>"Yes, I have taken part since I was allowed to" His hand kept caressing her side slowly "Things are more free here than anywhere else, I hope to help you take advantage of that."<br><br>He followed her eyes and saw she was watching Alice work, his own eyes briefly looked at Belle hoping to catch her gaze. Then he moved a little to the side so that he wouldn't obstruct her view of Alice and the earl. He leaned and whispered in her ear/<br><br>"What is in your mind as you stare at those two?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Elizabeth gave him a shy smile, unsure how to answer him.&nbsp; "I'm not sure how any future prospects I might have would feel if something were to happen this weekend," she admitted.&nbsp; "I'm sure a husband would want his wife to be... untouched when he married her.&nbsp; Maybe I can just watch.&nbsp; Besides, I very much doubt my brother would be happy if I let someone have me," she added, worried about what the social circle would think, if she ended up with someone, and the news got out.&nbsp; Certainly, the fact that she'd been invited to the weekend might help, but she still worried.<br><br>Still, she couldn't help but to be curious on what was going on in full view of everyone.&nbsp; "Men enjoy that?" she asked, her voice low to match his.&nbsp; She wouldn't know how to even start, even if she <em>would</em> be persuaded to be with someone, but it couldn't hurt to watch.<br><br>Archie suddenly appeared next to her, and she was relieved to see him.&nbsp; She offered him a warm smile, wondering where Vivienne was.&nbsp; "Andrew, this is my brother Archibald," she said politely, using Archie's given name, rather than the less formal one the family used.&nbsp; "Did you get things sorted out?" she asked him now, referring to his talk with Vivienne, though being discreet not to use any names, or be more specific.&nbsp; He'd know what she meant.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 00:58:38</strong>
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				Who: Lord Archibald Greymore<br>Where: The Library (from the Corridor)<br>With: Elizabeth, Greymore, Andrew Henshaw, open<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e2/Vintage_Archibald.jpg)<br><br>Archie looked at his sister. “Oh yes, we are a fine as rain. Couldn't be better.” He reclined back in his chair as he looked about the room, noting that Alice was now done with the Earl. <br><br>“It is a pleasure to formally meet you Lord Henshaw, your family has a beautiful home and it is a pleasure to be invited to it. I recently spoke with your delightful sister, lovely girl..told me a bit of something that was bothering her..my word of advice to you as not only one Lord to another, but from a brother to a brother..I say do it and do it often..I have not, but there are time I wish I had...” <br><br>Archie chuckled a little, but it was barely his own as he looked about the room some more. “You're servant there..lovely girl as well, almost unmatched talent from the looks of it..charming..charming.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 01:08:21</strong>
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				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Elizabeth and Archibald others nearby<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>"Most do, however some appreciate a woman "schooled in the arts" as some say, it varies, this weekend is well known, even if most don't speak about it, and the mention of you leaving it in these premises would make you more cherished not less. Besides most people here are private, wild as the rumors get, I'm sure you never learned which of the ladies went far enough to get involved with lesser creatures in the stables" realizing he might sound pedantic when he was just using an euphemism to soften the shock he added "I don't mean the servants"<br><br>Then came her question about Alice, Andrew smiled finally some curiosity "We men love that, I wouldn't let such a service go unreciprocated&nbsp; though, even if provided by a maid" he leaned closer and whispered in her ear "remember I'm willing to answer all your questions Elizabeth"<br><br>Then Archibald showed, he was glad Elizabeth reminded Andrew of the Lord's name because he wouldn't have remembered on his own.<br><br>"I'm glad you seem to be enjoying yourself" he told him "I'll take your advice into consideration, as far as Alice goes, yes, she is certainly wonderful, some don't appreciate her fully but I sure do."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 01:16:07</strong>
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				Who: Lord Archibald Greymore<br>Where: The Library (from the Corridor)<br>With: Elizabeth, Greymore, Andrew Henshaw, open<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e2/Vintage_Archibald.jpg)<br><br>“Indeed as you should.” Archie replied as he looked past his sister towards Andrew. “A good maid is so very hard to find, so when you do, hold on to them and treat them right and proper..then they never wish to leave.” Archie smiled. “I can tell that you treat her quite well and she is quite devoted you your family..cherish her.” <br><br>He looked about a little more, this time actually looking for Vivienne. “You would have actually seen Lady Greymore recently have you, since I spoke to her that is?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 01:30:48</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Elizabeth<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Andrew, Archie, others nearby<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 evening, before dinner<br><br>"True, being known to have invited to one of these weekends does give one a certain status," she agreed, remembering the speculation that often went around about who might be extended an invitation.&nbsp; It eased her mind, knowing that she would be thought of privileged by a lot of men, for having attended, and she decided she might relax her wariness a bit.&nbsp; Andrew seemed to be aboveboard, and she hoped he wasn't the deceptive sort, to tell her what she would want to hear, only so that he could have her where he wanted her.<br><br>Her eyes widened for a brief instant at hearing Archie's comments, though she covered her surprise by doing a quick scan of the surroundings, hoping the two men hadn't noticed.&nbsp; Archie seemed to approve of what would be going on, though she still doubted that he'd include her in his general approval of the weekend's planned activities.&nbsp; He was always watching out for her and Vivienne both, so she was content to not upset him, and simply learn by observing.<br><br>At Andrew's remark about the stables, she assumed he'd was being polite in revealing that some of the high society ladies had occasionally had private indulgences with the servants there, where they weren't as likely to be seen, until he expressly said that hadn't been what he meant.&nbsp; This time she couldn't keep the surprise hidden from them, and her mouth opened in shock.&nbsp; "Surely you don't mean they...with... but why?&nbsp; I mean, there seems to be plenty of... opportunity, without having to go that far," she said, the idea of being with a horse something that didn't appeal to her fancy at all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 02:07:35</strong>
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				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Elizabeth and Archibald others nearby<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>"I'm sorry Archibald, your wife hasn't come into the library after you two talked. If you are worried about J.F. though maybe you should go check on her, he left not long after she did." Andrew offered. <br><br>Maybe part of that was him wanting to get rid of Archibald since kind as he might be he got involved in his talk to Elizabeth, but it was still the truth as far as Andrew knew it, and J.F. had a way of getting people angry, maybe preventing things from getting heated, in the wrong way, was a good idea.<br><br>Focusing back to Elizabeth Andrew continued "It is one of the most shocking practices I have known of around here, but my point stands, you haven't heard of those things before now, and nobody's name got tainted."<br><br>Getting an idea by seeing Alice he whispered in Elizabeth's ear "Of course if you would be content with just watching maybe I could arrange a private show for you"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DS2K</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 02:16:45</strong>
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				<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.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 04:15:23</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151908.msg6939001#msg6939001">Quote from: Prince Truhan on 18-09-2012, 02:07:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Elizabeth and Archibald others nearby<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>"I'm sorry Archibald, your wife hasn't come into the library after you two talked. If you are worried about J.F. though maybe you should go check on her, he left not long after she did." Andrew offered. <br><br>Maybe part of that was him wanting to get rid of Archibald since kind as he might be he got involved in his talk to Elizabeth, but it was still the truth as far as Andrew knew it, and J.F. had a way of getting people angry, maybe preventing things from getting heated, in the wrong way, was a good idea.<br><br>Focusing back to Elizabeth Andrew continued "It is one of the most shocking practices I have known of around here, but my point stands, you haven't heard of those things before now, and nobody's name got tainted."<br><br>Getting an idea by seeing Alice he whispered in Elizabeth's ear "Of course if you would be content with just watching maybe I could arrange a private show for you"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I haven't spotted her in here either," she told her brother.&nbsp; "Maybe she's just enjoying some peace and quiet somewhere," she suggested, hoping it might be true.&nbsp; She'd hate for Archie to go looking for Vivienne and find her with someone else.<br><br>"That's true, I haven't heard any names," she said, turning her attention back to Andrew, deciding to let Archie choose for himself whether he'd go looking for Vivienne, or let her be for a while.&nbsp; "I shouldn't worry so much, especially since my brother apparently doesn't see a need to," she added.&nbsp; "As for watching, I'm not sure how the other person would feel about being spied upon," she said, wondering why he was showing such an interest in her.&nbsp; She was flattered, naturally, but she wasn't foolish enough to think it was because he had any special feeling for her.&nbsp; Yet he seemed to be willing to be patient with her, and she liked that.&nbsp; "What did you have in mind?" she couldn't help asking, hoping he'd give his intended target a choice on whether they'd mind an audience, assuming she agreed to his idea, that was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 04:39:13</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Miku Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Speaking with Miku<br><hr><br>She frowned. Willow told Miku, but she didn't tell her own sister? Something was wrong here.<br><br>"She told you and not me? Well, I, for one, knew very little of what went on. I knew that there were whispers and such, but not...this."<br><br>She pointed to the Earl of Surrey, who had a rather blissful expression on his face as he left.<br><br>"And yes. Well, perhaps I can ask Andrew or Victor to make sure Lord Fowler stays away from you. I personally don't mind age differences, it is just the overall...philosophy of this weekend. At least Fowler isn't related to you."<br><br>She sighed and took a drink as it was offered, taking a large sip.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 04:46:40</strong>
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				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Elizabeth,Archibald others nearby<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>"Oh, I'm not talking about spying she would know of your presence." he pointed at Alice "I'm talking about her, as you saw she isn't shy, and we are already quite acquainted with one another, that is if you do care to watch as you mentioned, I'm sure the shock of what goes on here is still upon you."<br><br>The reason Andrew was so patient with Elizabeth was that he enjoyed a challenge, he didn't go for a woman that would just spread her legs for him, sure Alice would now, but she would make sure to do a thing or two and maybe get whipped out of it as well, and when they started it wasn't as if she had been welcoming.<br><br>He spotted his cousin and sister talking and he wondered if Belle was better after the shock, he wanted her yes, but he wasn't inclined to cause her distress, he hoped she would manage to enjoy herself somehow, and time with Miku was probably the best for it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 04:54:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa266/afi_hottie/tumblr_liy3oiByLR1qia300o1_500_large.jpg)</div><strong>Lady Miku<br>Library<br>Belle</strong><br><hr>Miku felt bad that Willow hadn't told Belle about what was planned for her.<br><br>"Well, I think Willow just feels..." she bit her lip, searching for the right word. "Shunned because of the whole 'adopted' thing." Miku pursed her lips. "I can't say I blame her. Your father obviously favors you. Even I can see that." She explained.<br><br>"I guess everyone else just ignores it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 04:55:58</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Miku Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Speaking with Miku<br><hr><br>Belle wanted to deny what Miku said, but she knew that her father favored her, and she felt awful about it.<br><br>"He loves us equally, but for some reason, he tends to dote more on me. I honestly wish it wasn't that way. Willow is just as much a Henshaw as I am."<br><br>She looked sad.<br><br>"I know she probably hates me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 05:03:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa266/afi_hottie/tumblr_liy3oiByLR1qia300o1_500_large.jpg)</div><strong>Lady Miku<br>Library<br>Belle</strong><br><hr>Miku shook her head. "I doubt she hates you." She reassured Belle and placed her hand over hers.<br><br>"She probably told me because she feels closer to me. We are both of Asian descent." She tucked a stray hair behind her ear before she continued.<br><br>"I really hope to avoid Richard this weekend..." A sigh escaped her. "Part of me regrets coming." She added quietly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 09:25:48</strong>
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				<strong>Who: Lady Louise Windsor<br>Where: The Library<br>With: Anyone?<br>When: Before Dinner, day 1</strong>[/COLOR=ORANGE]<br><br><hr><br>It was fascinating being ignored.&nbsp; She usually would be the first to correct people of their error, letting them know what she thought of their bad manners and ill breeding, but the conversations going on around her were really quite...fascinating. And possibly worth keeping in her mind, who knew when she could use the information against them.<br><br>The maid, whatever her name was was disgusting, the young Lords of the Henshaw house obviously thought highly of themselves, young pups, they had no idea what a real man was.&nbsp; And to even be fawning after their own sister, what a delightful scandal!!<br><br>Louise remained quiet, watching, sipping on a glass of red wine.&nbsp; She chuckled at the 'sisters'.&nbsp; "Really you can not allow the men to take what they want from you" she said with a sneer, "they are animals, let them have their way and they will lose interest. You have to keep them wanting, keep them hoping." She said, not aiming her words at anyone but knowing there were plenty in range to hear what she said.<br><br>[OOC: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DON'T IGNORE POSTS OF OTHERS.&nbsp; PULL PEOPLE IN, MY POST WAS NOT THE ONLY ONE NOT TO GET A REPLY, DS2K HAS POSTED ROBERT BUT NO ONE HAS PICKED UP ON IT. PLEASE BE AWARE OF OTHERS TRYING TO GET INVOLVED]
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 17:18:25</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151908.msg6939720#msg6939720">Quote from: Prince Truhan on 18-09-2012, 04:46:40</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Elizabeth,Archibald others nearby<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>"Oh, I'm not talking about spying she would know of your presence." he pointed at Alice "I'm talking about her, as you saw she isn't shy, and we are already quite acquainted with one another, that is if you do care to watch as you mentioned, I'm sure the shock of what goes on here is still upon you."<br><br>The reason Andrew was so patient with Elizabeth was that he enjoyed a challenge, he didn't go for a woman that would just spread her legs for him, sure Alice would now, but she would make sure to do a thing or two and maybe get whipped out of it as well, and when they started it wasn't as if she had been welcoming.<br><br>He spotted his cousin and sister talking and he wondered if Belle was better after the shock, he wanted her yes, but he wasn't inclined to cause her distress, he hoped she would manage to enjoy herself somehow, and time with Miku was probably the best for it.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I hope I don't have to decide just now," Elizabeth said, hoping he wouldn't push for a decision.&nbsp; "All of this takes getting used to, and I'd like to absorb it some before I make any quick decisions."&nbsp; It was true, Alice certainly didn't seem to be shy, but doing something in a room full of people where you could be easier ignored was different from having the focus of a smaller crowd.&nbsp; She wasn't sure how Alice would feel about being watched if she was with Andrew, and by one of the guests, no less.&nbsp; She wouldn't want to make either of them uncomfortable.<br><br>She heard the Lady Windsor's comments, but didn't agree with them.&nbsp; Surely not all men could be as shallow as that, she thought.&nbsp; She offered the woman a polite smile though, not wanting her to feel left out.&nbsp; She'd always been one to thrive on attention, something Elizabeth herself had been happy avoiding.&nbsp; She was more comfortable blending in with a crowd, rather than standing out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 17:33:05</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Maxwell St. John (NPC)<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 before dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Bring in a fresh tray of drinks<br><hr><br>The door to the library opened and in walked a man in an unusual outfit.&nbsp; He wore indescribably short trousers and nothing else.&nbsp; The young man stood around five feet and nine inches.&nbsp; A silver tray of fresh drinks was balanced on his hand as he closed the door with the other.&nbsp; His dark brown hair was clean and even.&nbsp; His ears held back a few strands each.&nbsp; His blue amber eyes scanned for who needed a fresh drink.&nbsp; The man was in fit condition.&nbsp; He often was up before the other footmen to swim in the lake.&nbsp; This wasn't his first weekend party.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was his second.&nbsp; He was quite aware of his position among the lady guests.&nbsp; He was a prop for them to use.&nbsp; It pleased him greatly due to his enjoyment of sex.&nbsp; As he entered the room he asked <strong>"Refreshment?"</strong> ending with the appropriate Milord or Milady
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 17:42:08</strong>
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				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Elizabeth,Archibald others nearby<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>"Of course not, besides dinner is about to be served, and I don't have the heart to make Alice be late again, even if she already is to be punished. I'll have you talk to her when we get a minute so you can clear your doubts, I have no intent of rushing you Elizabeth, I do think however that once you see enough, you'll want to rush, but maybe you could prove me wrong."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 17:48:44</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Maxwell St. John (NPC)<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 before dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Bring in a fresh tray of drinks<br><hr><br>The footman made his way around the room.&nbsp; He closed in on the group of people conversing.&nbsp; He stood in front of the young Lady Windsor.&nbsp; <strong>"Milady?"</strong> He brought the tray down.&nbsp; His fingers gently held on to a glass if she requested one.&nbsp; His eyes fell upon her bosom.&nbsp; The man knew that he was going to be in between a few legs this weekend.&nbsp; He wasn't sure who yet but it helped to know who was at the party.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 21:29:38</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Miku Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Speaking with Miku<br><hr><br>Belle sighed.<br><br>"I hope you are right. I love her dearly."<br><br>She then looked up and frowned for a moment.<br><br>"Perhaps Father or Andrew could help? Or perhaps even Victor? I will try to keep him away from you, but I fear he will not listen to one woman alone. Andrew is...quite persistent when determined, though, so he may be able to keep you safe from Lord Fowler if you wish."<br><br>She couldn't believe that she was having to protect her cousin from unwanted sexual advances in her own home, but she couldn't believe half of what happened recently. That's when she heard Lady Windsor. She had heard about her, and if there's one thing that Belle couldn't stand, it was arrogance and selfishness. Louise Windsor seemed to be the embodiment of those qualities. Turning with a frown, Belle showed her other side when she spoke.<br><br>"Lady Windsor. As we were specifically talking about refusing a man's advances, then I fail to see how your statement has any pertinence to our situation. If I am incorrect, then please enlighten me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PigPin</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 21:36:23</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Maxwell St. John (NPC)<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Everyone<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 before dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Bring in a fresh tray of drinks<br><hr><br>Maxwell stepped aside as he saw Lady Arabella approach Lady Windsor.&nbsp; He didn't make direct eye contact.&nbsp; The man placed himself to the side and stood holding the tray out for the thirsty guests.&nbsp; The short steamed crystal glasses were filled with the cherry drink of the evening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 21:54:58</strong>
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				Who: Lord Archibald Greymore<br>Where: The Library (from the Corridor)<br>With: open<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e2/Vintage_Archibald.jpg)<br><br>Archie was relieved as he finally saw Vivienne appear, she looked slightly flushed, but she was clearly alone, which was a good thing in Archie's eyes. He thought about going to her again, but heard her ask about Lady Henshaw, so stayed in his seat. He remembered that she wanted to talk to the older lady about various things..he supposed it was about household duties and running staff and such. Vivienne was an extremely intelligent woman, he would give her that, but he knew that she wasn't completely comfortable yet him her role. It was to be expected.<br><br>“Not all are uncivilized Lady Windsor.” He replied as he heard some of what she had said, but was listening to Lord Andrew and his sister as will, plus his own mind was starting to fog over, so he knew before long his words and actions would be hard, if not impossible, for him to control.<br><br>Archie had never officially met the Windsor family, though he had of course met Her Majesty on a rare occasion, something to do with the state of things, but it was always very brief. “Perhaps you are up for a challenge.” He mused as he leaned back in his chair. “I say you find Lord Andrew's cousin, and see if you can set him straight as to the ways of how things should be, if you can do so with him, then surely you will prove to us all that society as a whole is wrong and perhaps only then will it change.” <br><br>He grabbed a glass of wine at that point, only to down it and grab another. “As for your idea of Alice, the charming maid..if you might consider a demonstration, perhaps I can be of assistance? Then you can explain to my beloved sister that is happening and not have to dirty your own hands in the process..” Where any of that had come from Archie did not know, he wasn't even sure he would remember his offer should the opportunity actually present itself. “It is getting rather warm in here..would anyone protest if I was to remove my clothing? I shall leave my shoes on.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 22:01:21</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Andrew Henshaw, Lady Elizabeth Greymore, Maxwell St. John, Lord Archibald Greymore, Lady Arabella Henshaw, Lady Louise Windsor, Lady Miku Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Checking to see if anyone needs anything.<br><hr><br>Alice was accustomed to answering when called or needed, so when she heard her name being discussed, she walked over. Smiling at the group gathered...she gave a polite nod to Lady Windsor...no one liked her...and to Lady Arabella and Lady Miku.<br><br>"Lady Louise...Lady Arabella...Lady Miku."<br><br>She gave an almost shy smile to Maxwell and then moved to Lord Andrew, Lord Greymore and his sister.<br><br>"Milord...milady...I heard my name. Is there something I can assist with?"<br><br>Although many may look at her as a slut for just sucking a man's cock in public, it had been a year long struggle to make her even submit to the Henshaw men. She did not submit easily, but the men of the family had taught her to enjoy sex, and she liked the power she held over men as she pleasured them. <br><br>She was a good maid, nonetheless, though, so her question was innocent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 23:33:18</strong>
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				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Elizabeth, Archibald, Alice others nearby<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>He had just stated he would be patient, but Archibald had rushed things, so Andrew decided to just go ahead.<br><br>"Well Archibald, I thank you for your offer, but there are three matters at hand, one, I think you owe yourself a chat with your lovely wife before indulging more this weekend, two, while I see the value in shocking someone I don't think Elizabeth is read for such displays from her brother" that was rather hipocritical considering Andrew's intentions with his own sister, but the truth was that Elizabeth had been curious but calm, making her watch her brother get pleasured would be too much "and three I don't consider such demonstrations dirtying my hands." <br><br>When Alice seemed lost as to who mentioned her name, Andrew stood up "You asked before I requested you, maybe you are working hard at avoiding more punishment. I require your assistance in the adjoining room, Elizabeth is considering watching, would you mind if she does?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 00:25:22</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151908.msg6942648#msg6942648">Quote from: Christa McGinn on 18-09-2012, 21:29:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Who:</strong> Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Miku Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Speaking with Miku<br><hr><br>Belle sighed.<br><br>"I hope you are right. I love her dearly."<br><br>She then looked up and frowned for a moment.<br><br>"Perhaps Father or Andrew could help? Or perhaps even Victor? I will try to keep him away from you, but I fear he will not listen to one woman alone. Andrew is...quite persistent when determined, though, so he may be able to keep you safe from Lord Fowler if you wish."<br><br>She couldn't believe that she was having to protect her cousin from unwanted sexual advances in her own home, but she couldn't believe half of what happened recently. That's when she heard Lady Windsor. She had heard about her, and if there's one thing that Belle couldn't stand, it was arrogance and selfishness. Louise Windsor seemed to be the embodiment of those qualities. Turning with a frown, Belle showed her other side when she spoke.<br><br>"Lady Windsor. As we were specifically talking about refusing a man's advances, then I fail to see how your statement has any pertinence to our situation. If I am incorrect, then please enlighten me."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa266/afi_hottie/tumblr_liy3oiByLR1qia300o1_500_large.jpg)</div><strong>Lady Miku<br>Library<br>Belle</strong><br><hr>Miku nodded with a slight smile. "That sounds good to me." She replied. "I'm not planning on losing my virginity this weekend." The maid walked past and Miku nodded towards her, flashing a friendly and innocent smile.<br><br>She stopped suddenly and bit her lip. "I'm... I'm sorry. I forgot about...what was planned for you..." She looked down, embarrassed. "That was incredibly rude of me.." Miku sighed.<br><br>Situations such as this often made the words just come out of her mouth without her having time to think.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 00:28:02</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Andrew Henshaw, Lady Elizabeth Greymore, Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Speaking to Andrew<br><hr><br>Alice was surprised by what she heard, but she soon caught on. Wait...dirtying his hands? Had Lord Greymore said that? Her look changed toward him, and she frowned. She might be a maid, but she was still human. <br><br>When Andrew said that he required her assistance in the other room and that Elizabeth wanted to watch, Alice blushed and smiled almost shyly.<br><br>"Oh...umm...of course not. She is welcome."<br><br>Truthfully, the thought excited her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 00:39:08</strong>
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				Who: Lord Archibald Greymore<br>Where: The Library <br>With: Andrew Henshaw, Elizabeth Greymore, Lady Winsor, Alice Pratt<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e2/Vintage_Archibald.jpg)<br><br>Archie actually let out a growl as he cleared his throat.<br><br>“I did not mean it like that..there is nothing dirty about this lovely creature..I was merely stating that if one is instructing, it might be to their advantage to have an outside approach to the matter, such as you can...” Archie stopped as something finally hit him.<br><br>“You find my wife to be lovely?” He thought for a moment, a smile coming to his lips as he undid his tie. “She is indeed quite lovely—quite so—Perhaps I shall speak with her again.” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 00:42:55</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Lady Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Miku Henshaw, Lord Andrew Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Speaking with Miku &amp; Andrew<br><hr><br>Belle was about ready to answer Miku when she said something about her virginity. Belle's face looked troubled for a moment, but she smiled.<br><br>"It is alright. There is nothing that you can do."<br><br>Standing up, she took Miku's hand and went to her brother.<br><br>"Andrew, could Miku and I speak to you for a brief moment?"<br><br>She gestured to the side of the room and then waited for them to follow.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 00:53:35</strong>
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				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Elizabeth, Archibald, Alice, then Belle and Miku others nearby<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>When Archibald said outloud what a good idea it was to talk to his wife Andrew encouraged them "And you should. These weekends can be dangerous for couples if things aren't talked about, maybe you don't even need to talk, but just show her why you are going back home with her after this is done."<br><br>Andrew was about to lead Alice to the adjoining room when Belle asked to talk to him, Andrew could do many things, but deny time to his family and more specially his sister wasn't one of them.<br><br>"I'll be with you two in a second" he answered Belle before turning to Alice.<br><br>Then he leaned to her ear and whispered "I want you to wait for me in the adjoining room, see if you can convince Elizabeth to come... if you must refuse anyone, do so, you'll be doing that under my orders"<br><br>After that, he went to the side of the room and he took Miku's hand in his and kissed it "I'm sorry I didn't get to see you before cousin." he told her politely and then added to both.<br><br>"What did you two want to talk to me about?"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 00:57:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa266/afi_hottie/tumblr_liy3oiByLR1qia300o1_500_large.jpg)</div><strong>Lady Miku<br>Library<br>Belle</strong><br><hr>Miku followed Belle towards Andrew. She smiled when he politely kissed her hand.<br><br>She opened her mouth to speak, but realized she had no idea how to explain what she wanted. Deciding it would be best if Belle explained. After all, they were siblings. Sometimes siblings listened to each other more than they did their other relatives.<br><br>Miku felt herself blush ever so slightly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 01:28:01</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Lady Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Miku Henshaw, Lord Andrew Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Speaking with Miku &amp; Andrew<br><hr><br>Belle smiled at Andrew, although she kept her distance.<br><br>"Miku has been receiving some unwanted attention from Lord Fowler. I thought that perhaps you could try and keep him away from her. I know you cannot watch all the time, but if you make enough of an impression on him, then perhaps he will move on."<br><br>She gave him a look with a raised eyebrow that said...<em>You might want to suck up to me if you want to get into my pants.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 01:44:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Belle and Miku others nearby<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>Andrew smiled back at Belle's raised eyebrow "You should know I would do it even without expecting compensation, I know I shocked you, but I'm still me"<br><br>He wasn't sure how much of that Miku would get, but what he hoped was for Belle to get it. He kissed Miku's hand once more "I shall protect your virtue" he said jokingly. "If anyone, even if it's not Fowler bothers you, just come to me, I'll make it a point to let you know where I am during the weekend..."<br><br>Andrew hesitated briefly but decided to share the last bit of information "Other option is for you to go to my rooms, the servants there would let you through, but no man unless it's accompanied by me, not even Victor or father... well maybe father, but he would have to order it so you should be safe"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 01:51:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa266/afi_hottie/tumblr_liy3oiByLR1qia300o1_500_large.jpg)</div><strong>Lady Miku<br>Library<br>Belle, Andrew</strong><br><hr>Miku felt her cheeks get a bit hotter. She laughed it off.<br><br>"I might use that as a last resort." She said with a smile. "Thank you. I don't know what I would do without family like this." She added, gesturing to Belle and Andrew.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 02:13:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Who:</strong> Lady Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Miku Henshaw, Lord Andrew Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Speaking with Miku &amp; Andrew<br><hr><br>Belle blushed at his words and then cleared her throat.<br><br>"Good. Then it's settled."<br><br>She turned to Miku and smiled.<br><br>"And if no one else can be found, then come to me. I will not let him touch you."<br><br>Of course, she wasn't sure how she would accomplish that, but she would protect Miku and Willow at all costs. Looking around, she gave a curt nod to Andrew.<br><br>"I shall let you return to...whatever you were doing before. Thank you."<br><br>She let Miku decide who she went with, but she went back to the sofa.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 02:15:47</strong>
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				<strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Andrew Henshaw, Lady Elizabeth Greymore, Lord Archibald Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Speaking to Andrew<br><hr><br>Alice now knew that whatever Lord Greymore had said was only pillow talk. She would do well to stay away from him, and so she moved a bit toward Andrew before nodding and smiling to the lady.<br><br>"Yes, of course. Lady Elizabeth...you are welcome to join me in the sitting room while we wait for Lord Andrew. However, it is your decision."<br><br>She turned to Archibald.<br><br>"Lord Greymore, you are welcome as well."<br><br>Turning away, she sauntered over to the door and slipped out. If they followed, she'd lead them to the same room where she and Archie had dallied in a mere hour before.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 02:30:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Belle and Miku then Alice others nearby<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>"No need to thank me Miku, it will be my pleasure to keep you safe. Belle the rooms invitation extends to you as well, I hope you know that"<br><br>He took a step back, before moving to the adjoining room he told Miku "I'll be in the next room, your pest isn't anywhere around but if you and Belle want to come, feel free to do so"<br><br>He gave a bow to the head, and a longing look to Belle as he stepped away, Miku was very tempting as well, but he knew trying to do something hard in that regard would be very bad in Belle's view of him. After that he moved away to the next room where Alice was waiting for him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 02:52:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Who:</strong> Lady Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Miku Henshaw, Lord Andrew Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Speaking with Miku &amp; Andrew<br><hr><br>Alice nodded and then watched as he left. Turning to Miku, she looked a bit awkward and spoke. <br><br>"I...umm...don't exactly know what he will be doing in the next room, but it is up to you whether you would like to go or not."<br><br>She made it clear that Miku's decision may impact her own.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 12:22:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa266/afi_hottie/tumblr_liy3oiByLR1qia300o1_500_large.jpg)</div><strong>Lady Miku<br>Library<br>Belle, Andrew</strong><br><hr>Miku smiled again at Andrew, then she watched him go off on his own pursuits. She took a seat next to Belle on the couch.<br><br>"I think I'll stick around you for a while longer." She said softly. "At least until Willow comes back." Miku looked around. <em>Where is she?</em> She wondered.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 15:12:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Alice others nearby<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>Andrew found the way to the sitting room and Alice, only a slight regret that his last two "guests" decided not to come to the show, still this was about him and Alice, he had noticed her tone against Archibald, and the way she leaned against him. Andrew may have never promised her anything above maid status but he cared deeply about her and made sure she knew she was his favourite one at that.<br><br>That is why, when he walked into the room, while she was probably more than ready to just get on her knees and service him, he moved to her, got his right hand behind her neck and pulled her in for a deep passionate kiss, his other hand moved along her side and rubbed her breasts, still his main focus was in the kiss he hoped would take her breath away and make her completely focused on him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 23:08:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Who:</strong> Elizabeth<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Andrea, Alice, Archie, others nearby<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1, before dinner<br><br>Elizabeth was about to reply to Andrew's comment zbout not wanting to rush any decision she might make, but Archie suddenly began speaking instead, and her cheeks colored to hear what he said.&nbsp; Some of it was lost on her, but the part about removing his clothes made perfect sense.&nbsp; Andrew was quick to come to her defense though, and she gave him a grateful smile.<br><br>"Perhaps you might want to go and lie down before supper, Archie," she suggested gently, eying the drink in his hand, unsure of how much he'd had, but knowing it was quite a lot.&nbsp; Then he spoke of finding Vivienne, and she smiled.&nbsp; "I think she was asking about the lady of the house earlier, so you might try looking for there," she said.&nbsp; She was torn between following Andrew, and helping her brother look for Vivienne, but she was still trying to get over the shock of what he'd said.&nbsp; Normally she would say she was safe with him, but this weekend being what it was, and having him talk about removing all but his shoes in front of her, had her uneasy.&nbsp; She decided to take Andrew up on his offer, and not hover over Archie.&nbsp; If he was old enough to drink too much, let him handle the consequences.&nbsp; She offered Alice a shy smile and a blush at her extended invitation, but let her go ahead of her.&nbsp; She waited a minute, still debating, then before she could change her mind, she quietly made her way to the sitting room, and just as quietly closed the door behind her.&nbsp; Archie would come along, if he chose, but she wouldn't babysit him for the whole weekend.<br><br>She found a place to sit on one of the sofas, not wanting to interrupt Andrew and Alice, and simply observed without speaking, not wanting to shatter the moment between them.&nbsp; Andrew seemed to be gentle with Alice, something Elizabeth liked about him, and she hoped her entrance hadn't caused too much distraction.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 01:45:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Andrew Henshaw, Lady Elizabeth Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Giving a Demonstration<br><hr><br>Alice didn't want the noblewomen to look down on her, but she knew they would. However, even if she'd wanted to refuse Andrew, she wouldn't have been able to. She walked into the sitting room and waited, turning and smiling at Andrew when he entered. Lady Elizabeth entered soon after, and Alice smiled. <br><br>When Andrew walked up to her, she looked into his eyes and her lips slightly parted. He pulled her in close to kiss her, and she returned the passionate embrace with equal feeling. Her eyes closed and her hands came up to his chest, sighing softly into his mouth.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 02:14:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Who:</strong> Lady Arabella "Belle" Henshaw<br><strong>Where:</strong> Library<br><strong>With:</strong> Lady Miku Henshaw<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><strong>What:</strong> Speaking with Miku<br><hr><br>After she watched Andrew, Alice and Lady Elizabeth leave, she turned to Miku and smiled.<br><br>"I think I need to speak to my father about all this. He will know what to tell me."<br><br>Standing up, she smiled at Miku.<br><br>"Dinner should be served soon, and I would like to speak to him before then. I am sorry, but I think I shall take my leave currently."<br><br>She leaned in and hugged her.<br><br>"You can always come to me or any of the family to protect you from unwanted attention, though. If you do not wish to stay here, I am sure you could head toward the dining room."<br><br>Pulling back, she gave her another smile and left.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>persephone325</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 02:31:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i197.photobucket.com/albums/aa266/afi_hottie/tumblr_liy3oiByLR1qia300o1_500_large.jpg)</div><strong>Lady Miku<br>Library<br>Belle</strong><br><hr>Miku felt a bit disappointed, but nodded all the same. "I understand." She replied.<br><br>She returned the hug and smiled back at Belle. "Thank you. For everything." She said with a wink.<br><br>Miku stood up from the couch and smoothed out her dress. She quickly left the room, hoping to find a quiet spot away from everyone. And, unwanted attention.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 16:06:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Alice and Elizabeth<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>Andrew slowly broke the kiss, and moved to Alice's ear, he nibbled on her earlobe briefly before whispering, for what he was going to say was going to be too controversial for Elizabeth to hear.<br><br>"Take off your uniform now, at this moment you aren't a maid, all that you are is mine"<br><br>He disengaged briefly to allow Alice to get naked and he turned to Elizabeth briefly "I told her to get naked, as I told you before, I won't just take from her, she will get pleasure as well, if you have any questions you can ask."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 17:17:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alice<br>Sitting Room<br>Andrew, Elizabeth<br>Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><br>Alice looked into his eyes when he broke away, breathing hard. Licking her lips, she smiled emotionally before nodding and backed away. She slipped out of her shoes, and untied her apron. Setting them aside, she began unbuttoning her uniform slowly. Her eyes never left Andrew as she did so, and when it was unbuttoned completely, it joined the pile on the floor. She was now left in only her brassiere and stockings. <br><br>Swallowing, she knew Elizabeth could see her hairless pussy. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 17:44:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Alice and Elizabeth<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>As soon as Alice was exposed to him, he pulled her back against him, and caressed her pussy. <br><br>"I know you had <em>fun</em> since last time" he told Alice "were any better than me?" he didn't expect the woman to answer, she could excuse from insulting the other lords... or him if that was the case, he just wanted her to think about it, the advantage he had in regards to bringing her pleasure was that most men saw themselves above her, so they only cared for their own release, Andrew however saw Alice's and for that matter any woman's orgasms like a victory so he always made sure they got pleasure, and he was cocky as hell so he wouldn't even consider someone being better than him.<br><br>He was at her side so she would be in full view of Elizabeth his hand caressing her pussy much like he ahd done earlier "Release my cock Alice"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 18:10:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alice<br>Sitting Room<br>Andrew, Elizabeth<br>Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><br>Alice bit her bottom lip as he caressed her now wet pussy. Breathing hard, she looked up at him and swallowed<br><br>"Although I refuse to insult or prefer anyone, I will say that neither of them gave me a release."<br><br>She blushed and then nodded at his order. <br><br>"Yes, Milord."<br><br>Reaching down, she unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his familiar cock. Smiling at him, she began slowly stroking him. <br><br>"Lady Elizabeth...if there is something you wish to know or see, please let me know. I want you to know you are always welcome to watch."<br><br>Her look to Andrew said that she liked the exhibition. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 18:14:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Who: Elizabeth<br>Where: Library sitting room<br>With: Andrew and Alice<br>When: Day 1 evening, before dinner</strong><br><br>Elizabeth gave Alice an encouraging smile as Andrew filled her in on what he'd told her, sure she must be nervous, revealing her looks to a stranger.&nbsp; She suddenly wondered if Alice truly didn't mind her being here, or if she'd only agreed to please Andrew.&nbsp; But she wasn't sure how to ask, without making the situation awkward, so she only looked kindly into Alice's eyes, rather than watch her undress, lest it make her self-conscious.&nbsp; Still, she couldn't help but see Alice's figure as it was revealed, and her eyes widened in surprise at seeing her shaved.&nbsp; She'd not known people did such things, and she herself never had, but it must be fashionable.&nbsp; Either that, or it was specific to the Henshaws.<br><br>"Is that common fashion for women these days, or something the Henshaws themselves require?" she asked curiously, her cheeks hot, but taking Andrew seriously at his invitation to ask questions.&nbsp; "And is there a purpose for such a thing?"&nbsp; Her eyes dipped to&nbsp; Andrew's hand briefly before she focused on Alice's face again, really trying to help her feel at ease with Elizabeth in the room.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 18:26:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Alice and Elizabeth<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>Andrew smiled at Alice at her mention of lack of release, if nothing else he would always triumph in that. He also liked how much she was enjoying being displayed as he also was getting a thrilled for it, Elizabeth being so unlearned only made it better.<br><br>"Both" Andrew answered Elizabeth "it is common, and required in this house." Andrew kept rubbing Alice and spread her lips giving Elizabeth a look inside the maid's folds. "As for the purpose, it allows you to have a better look at her private place, and it feels much softer."<br><br>He slid a finger into Alice and felt her wet pussy "If you wish this for yourself, both Alice and I could help you, I have practice with her."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 18:44:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Alice<br>Sitting Room<br>Andrew, Elizabeth<br>Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><br>Alice smiled at Elizabeth. She liked her. She was kind. <br><br>"Yes, as Andrew said, more women are doing it now...and it is required for maids here at the Henshaw manor. I personally like it because it is easier to keep clean, and it is easier for the men to...pleasure...us."<br><br>She thought of the nights that the Henshaw men had used their fingers or tongues to bring her to a screaming release. She was known around the house for her intense orgasms...and the ability to have multiple climaxes in one tryst. Andrew especially liked to keep her climaxing until she nearly passed out from the overwhelming pleasure. <br><br>Although she enjoyed her meetings with Lord Greymore and Lord Merryweather, she had to admit that she had been a bit disappointed that they had not given her sweet relief. <br><br>"Milady, you are welcome to look at and watch anything that you like. Truthfully, it does not embarrass me...it excites me. You are also welcome to touch, taste or join if you wish."<br><br>She smiled kindly at her and gave a little wink. When Andrew spread her swollen pink petals, Alice groaned and had to lean back against a nearby table to keep from falling. This allowed her to spread her legs wider, and as she sat on the wood and braced herself with her hands, she realized this also gave Elizabeth a better view of her female folds. For some reason, the simple action of spreading her pussy lips aroused her greatly. Feeling the air on her most intimate parts was incredible. Looking up at Andrew, she smiled. <br><br>"What shall I call you tonight, Milord?"<br><br>Breathing a bit harder, she reached one hand toward him and ran its fingers down his chest...before grasping h his cock once more to pump. There were sofas available and plush rugs on the floor. Many places for trysts. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 19:51:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Alice and Elizabeth<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>Andrew smiled at Alice's open invitation to Elizabeth, she clearly knew how to&nbsp; make the guests feel more at ease, and in this case it furthered his purposes beyond her further. There were more than one reason why Alice was his favorite maid.<br><br>"Tonight Sir will do" he answered the redheaded maid as he slipped two of his fingers into her and begun to pump her pussy, he let out a soft moan as he felt her hand on his cock. He could take her to a couch, but for now he enjoyed having her so exposed to Elizabeth by having her standind up.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 04:23:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Who: Elizabeth<br>Where: Library<br>With: Andrew and Alice<br>When: Day 1, before dinner</strong><br><br>Elizabeth nodded at Alice's reasons why the maids at least were shaved, letting herself look more fully when she was sure Alice truly didn't mind.&nbsp; She<br>grinned at the wink, trusting by that that Alice wasn't simply doing a job of making guests feel included.&nbsp; Elizabeth liked her openness, though she still<br>wished her brother had thought of his wife's feelings before he indulged himself.&nbsp; But that wasn't Alice's fault, and Elizabeth liked her regardless of<br>her brother's actions.<br><br>Taking courage from Alice's friendliness, she rose and moved to Andrew's other side, lightly running her fingers across Alice's cheek, not sure where to<br>touch, and wanting to start slowly, in any case.&nbsp; "Your hair is so pretty," she complimented her, sincerely meaning it.&nbsp; "I always wanted more red in my<br>hair, but I suppose I should be content with what I've got."&nbsp; She paused, unsure how to transition from casual to more personal conversation.&nbsp; "You really<br>don't mind people watching you?&nbsp; &nbsp;I mean, it's not just something you let happen because you're in service to the Henshaws?&nbsp; Have you been at one of the<br>weekends before?"&nbsp; She stopped, offering an apologetic smile, realizing she was asking questions without giving time for them to be answered.&nbsp; <br><br>OOC:&nbsp; I'd have answered this sooner, only our Internet was down for a while, and I think E was having problems earlier too, at least for me!&nbsp; Glad it's<br>fixed now though!<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 05:29:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Andrew Henshaw, Lady Elizabeth Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><hr><br>Alice smiled at Andrew and nodded.<br><br>"Yes, Sir."<br><br>When he pushed two fingers into her wet pussy, she gasped and bucked against him.<br><br>"Ooh..."<br><br>Her head fell back and she bit her bottom lip as her hand kept stroking his cock. When Elizabeth came closer and stroked her cheek, she smiled and looked at her...blushing at her compliment.<br><br>"Thank you, Milady. You are truly beautiful as you are."<br><br>Alice chuckled at her questions.<br><br>"I do enjoy people watching me. It is exciting for some reason...I'm not sure why. And no. This is my first weekend, but the Henshaw men have been very thorough in my education."<br><br>With that, she moaned as Andrew fingered her.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 06:32:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Alice and Elizabeth<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>"You two are strikingly beautiful" he told them sincerely, then he turned to Elizabeth liking that she came close.<br><br>"Can you hold Alice?"<br><br>After asking he kneeled down and pulled the redhead to him, he slid his fingers out of her and begun to lick her wet pussy hungrily, he wanted both to pleasure Alice and to show Elizabeth how much pleasure a woman could experience.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 07:54:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Who: Elizabeth<br>Where: Library<br>With: Alice and Andrew<br>When:&nbsp; Day 1, before dinner</strong><br><br>"Thank you both for saying so," Elizabeth said simply, telling herself not to distract either of them with so many questions.&nbsp; "I don't mean to babble on, only I tend to anyway if I'm nervous," she confessed, then made an effort at keeping her mouth shut.<br><br>At Andrew's request, she nodded, but looked perplexed, not quite sure what he wanted.&nbsp; "How so?" she asked him, guessing he wanted her to hold Alice still, but not knowing why.&nbsp; She put her hands lightly on Alice's shoulders, waiting to see if Andrew would correct her guess, a shiver going through her as he began to lick at Alice's sex.&nbsp; She wasn't sure Alice would notice, with what Andrew was doing, but even if she did, she'd probably not mind.&nbsp; Her breath caught as she couldn't help picturing what it might be like to have someone do to her what Andrew was doing to Alice, and she bit her lower lip to keep from whimpering, feeling suddenly warm and flushed, though she wasn't embarassed.&nbsp; She couldn't remember having felt that way before, but now wasn't the time to mention it.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 13:52:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Alice and Elizabeth<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>"Just like that" said Andrew pausing the licks just slightly "I don't want her to fall"<br><br>He then resumed with renewed vigor, he loved Alice's taste and she was already wet, so he just kept licking more and more to get her delicious juices flowing into his mouth. His hands were on the maid's hips as he kept going and going, exploring all of her sex with his tongue and lips.<br><br>Eventually he took her clit into his mouth and lashed at it in it with his tongue rapidly, as he did he put two of his fingers back into her pussy, pounding her tight hole.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 18:27:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Andrew Henshaw, Lady Elizabeth Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><hr><br>Alice blushed as he asked Elizabeth to hold her. She wasn't sure exactly what he meant either, but when Elizabeth put her hands on her shoulders and he approved, she relaxed a bit. Suddenly his fingers were replaced by his mouth, and her whole body jerked in pleasure.<br><br>"Oh God! Yes...yes, Sir..."<br><br>She was soaking wet now, and she moaned in bliss. She felt like she was on fire, and when he suckled on her clit, her eyes rolled back into her head.<br><br>"Y-yes...yes...oh God...yes!"<br><br>She whimpered and writhed, nearly falling a few times.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 20:05:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Who: Elizabeth<br>Where: Library<br>With: Alice and Andrew<br>When: Day 1, before dinner</strong><br><br>Relieved she'd guessed right as to what Andrew had wanted, Elizabeth let herself relax too, only to be taken aback when Alice jerked in response to Andrew's ministrations, and tightening her grip again.&nbsp; She found the position slightly awkward, having to lean forward to grip Alice's shoulders, while trying to stay out of Andrew's way at the same time.&nbsp; Having an idea, though not sure it would work, she supported Alice's shoulders with one arm, letting her lean against it while she moved to sit beside Alice, though careful to not interfere with what Andrew was doing, she hoped.&nbsp; Her skirts and the layers of petticoats made it a job, but she eventually managed it.&nbsp; She moved backward slightly, and leaned sidewya, supporting Alice's back and shoulders with her own weight, encouraging her to lean against her if it would be more comfortable for her.&nbsp; She'd have had an easier time of it if she could have gotten directly behind Alice, but her skirts wouldn't let her, and so she made the best of it.&nbsp; She didn't want Alice to slip and hurt herself, and this gave her a better angle to see by anyway.&nbsp; She watched, wide-eyed, as Andrew continued to pleasure Alice, her own breathing becoming more rapid as she saw how Alice truly seemed to like what he was doing.&nbsp; She fidgeted, feeling as if she suddenly had too much energy, yet not exactly the same sort of feeling.&nbsp; She couldn't explain what she felt, and was glad both were too preoccupied to ask her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>21-09-2012, 21:35:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Alice and Elizabeth<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>Between licks he managed to say "hold her tight Elizabeth" he knew the girl was probably doing her best but he still felt like he should reinforce the command. While he paid some attention to Elizabeth's movement his main&nbsp; focus was on Alice and the pleasure he was giving her.<br><br>His tongue went faster and faster lashing at her pussy as his fingers kept pumping her pussy fast, he spread his fingers in a V shape inside her and twisted them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>22-09-2012, 04:06:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Lady Vivienne Greymore<br>Where: Library<br>With: Henry Stuart, open<br>When: Day 1, before dinner<br><br><br>They had walked, arm in arm, up to the house and shared a passionate kiss before pulling apart to walk inside of the house. Vivienne led him into the library, she saw that Elizabeth was no longer in the room and hoped that her sister-in-law had found somebody to spend time with. She deserved to be shown a good time, Vivienne worried about her sometimes. The girl was so concerned about her brother that she barely had time to enjoy herself.<br><br>She smiled as she looked to Hank. "I wonder who could help find you some clothes for dinner." As long as she was around him, there was a constant smile on her face.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>22-09-2012, 04:12:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Henry Stuart<br>Where: Library<br>With: Lady Greymore, Victor Henshaw<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/26/Henry_Stuart.jpg)<br><br>Hank looked around the room, there were so many people there is wasn't even funny, some where socializing, some a little more then that, but it was about as civil as he could imagine it to be.<br><br>“He looked about my size, what about him?” Hank said as he pointed as someone pointed back at him, clearly wondering what he was doing there.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>22-09-2012, 04:41:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Lady Vivienne Greymore<br>Where: Library<br>With: Henry Stuart, Victor Henshaw, open<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><br>Vivienne watched as Hank looked around the room, he seemed a little overwhelmed at how many people were in the room, but he seemed okay. She saw a man pointing to him as Hank pointed him out as looking to be the same size. "Yeah, he does look the same size. Let's go ask him."<br><br>She walked over to the man with Hank and smiled at him. "It's nice to meet you, I'm Lady Vivienne Greymore, who might you be?" She, sometimes, hated having to always put 'Lady' in front of her name when introducing herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>22-09-2012, 04:51:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Lord Victor Henshaw<br>Where: The Library<br>With: Lady Henshaw, Henry Stuart<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/Vintage_Baldi.jpg)<br><br>Vic looked up from his drink. “Well I am Victor Henshaw, but I would have imagined everyone knew that already.” He looked at the man beside the lovely woman. “What can I do for you Lady Greymore? Or if you prefer, to you?” He was getting in the spirit of the weekend. He did enjoy them, though they could be so taxing on his being lazy.<br><br>Vic Henshaw wasn't afraid to work, but he preferred not to if he could avoid it. “Is he your help?..go and find me another drink..would you, and do do something with your shirt..my God man..we are in a civilized society.” 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>22-09-2012, 05:11:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Lady Vivienne Greymore<br>Where: Library<br>With: Lord Victor Henshaw, Henry Stuart, open<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><br>Vivienne had to smile at his offer to do something to her, that would have to wait though. "Forgive me, milord, but I've only been in England for a few short months so I had no way of knowing." There was a hint of sarcasm in her words as she replied. <br><br>She understood that Hank was a servant, but she still didn't like the way that Victor was speaking to him. "Yes, but he is a guest here as well. His name is Henry Stuart and was invited. I was wondering if you could help us out with getting some clothes for him to wear to dinner?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>22-09-2012, 05:18:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Lord Victor Henshaw<br>Where: The Library<br>With: Lady Henshaw, Henry Stuart<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/Vintage_Baldi.jpg)<br><br>Vic looked at Henry again, then as if there was a streak of recognition from something, looked to a footman standing nearby. “Jackson!..Jackson see to Mr. Stuarts needs, one of my very best suits..” <br><br>Victor actually stood up, clearly he knew something that the others didn't. “See that he is shaved as well..”<br><br>He returned his glance to Vivienne as he smiled. “France is beautiful this time of year, you must be missing it horribly.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>22-09-2012, 05:43:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Henry Stuart<br>Where: Library<br>With: Lady Greymore, Victor Henshaw<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/26/Henry_Stuart.jpg)<br><br>Hank was used to the manner with which Lord Henshaw spoke to him, it was the normal redoric of him being the Lord and you are the servant, even if you aren't his servant, but then something happened. Something changed. Vivienne had only told the other man his name and suddenly he was on his feet like a man that was standing before someone of a higher station and it struck Hank as quite an interesting turn.<br><br>“But I have shaved, Milord.” He replied as he felt his face, he had in deed shaved that morning, though some of the stubble had returned.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>22-09-2012, 05:49:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Lord Victor Henshaw<br>Where: The Library<br>With: Lady Henshaw, Henry Stuart<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/Vintage_Baldi.jpg)<br><br>Vic looked back to Henry. “Yes, so you did, but beg my parden for saying so, you smell like a stable..” He knew it was rude of him to say it, but the man while very handsome, so handsome he could have been a Henshaw, needed to be seen to.<br><br>“I wish my brother where available to assist in this..he would love to meet you..oh this is going to be a thorn in his side that he didn't get to meet the Duke of Albany before I did.. Damn it..the drink has loosened my tongue it was suppose to be a surprise..do look surprised as father announces it..please do..or I shall have to whip someone to ever forgive myself.” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>22-09-2012, 05:56:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Andrew Henshaw, Lady Elizabeth Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><hr><br>She felt bad that Elizabeth was having to hold her, but she was in too much pleasure to care too much about that. Whimpering, she shook and leaned back against the other woman...breathing hard. As Andrew worked, Alice reached down and tangled her fingers in his shoulder-length hair...hissing in pleasure.<br><br>"Oh yes...yes...God...I...I'm...so...c-close..."<br><br>She looked like she was almost in pain as her body grew warmer in preparation for orgasm. Finally she couldn't deny it any longer. With a cry of pure ecstasy, she came for him. Soaking his mouth, she clenched around his fingers and arched back against Elizabeth. Trembling and moaning, she thrust her hips against him until she came down...making her push his head away.<br><br>"Oh God...thank you, Sir."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>22-09-2012, 17:16:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Alice and Elizabeth<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>Andrew loved making women cum, and Alice never disappointed him, she always got very wet and made wonderful noises. This time he also particularly apreciated the way she was unwillingly rubbing on Elizabeth, normally she wouldn't have done that but since he had her standing up and stimulating her so much the maid had little choice but to lean against the lady.<br><br>"Thank you too Alice." He told her as he moved a little away from her pussy, taking in more of what had went on he was glad to see Elizabeth so close to the action, she had been looking for a very good vantage point and seemed to be loving what happened. She looked... warm. Andrew reached and caressed the noblewoman's cheek wanting her at ease even if she had now attention focused on her.<br><br>"Would you like a kiss? that way you could discover how a woman tastes like" He knew he had to take it slow with her but the way she had enjoyed herself made him a little more daring, after all she was touching a naked Alice and his own hard cock was a couple of feet away from her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>22-09-2012, 21:02:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Who: Elizabeth<br>Where: Library<br>With: Andrew and Alice<br>When: Day 1, before dinner</strong><br><br>Elizabeth was too focused on Andrew's treatment of Alice, and trying to hold her up, to notice her squirming against her.&nbsp; She loosened her grip slightly when Alice stilled, hoping she hadn't hurt her, but still kept a loose hold of her.&nbsp; She looked a bit dazed, and Elizabeth wasn't sure she wouldn't fall if she wasn't supporting her.<br><br>Her eyes turned to Andrew as he stroked her cheek, and she knew he'd tell how hot her face was.&nbsp; She glanced down shyly at his question, her curiosity to learn more warring with what Alice for one might think of her if she said yes.&nbsp; But Alice had assured her that she was welcome to do what she liked, and so she finally nodded, but unable to quite meet his gaze.&nbsp; "I...I think I'd like that, if Alice is doing all right now," she said quietly.&nbsp; "Maybe we should find a more inviting place to sit though.&nbsp; I doubt this table can be very comfortable," she added, mostly thinking of Alice, and how the couches would suit them all better than a table would at giving them places to lean their backs on.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>22-09-2012, 21:11:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Alice and Elizabeth<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>"That's not a bad idea" he said his hand still on her cheek.<br><br>He stood up and helped Alice to the couch, the main reason for him eating her while standing up having been to make Elizabeth feel how Alice's body moved as he pleasure her.<br><br>Once they had made it to the couch his hand found Elizabeth's cheek again and he pulled her in for a kiss that would allow her to have her first taste of a woman, as he did that his other hand was on Alice's breasts caressing them softly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>23-09-2012, 02:46:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Vivienne Greymore<br>Where: Library<br>With: Henry Stuart, Victor Henshaw, open<br>When: Day 1- before dinner<br><br>Vivienne was surprised as Victor seemed to treat Henry differently when he found out his name, was there something that they didn't know? "I do miss it, terribly so. Been trying to convince my husband to visit." A soft sigh came from her but she smiled.<br><br>Her eyes widened as she heard Victor say the word 'Duke', what? Henry looked just as surprised and she couldn't find any words to speak. Finally, noise came from her lips. "What are you talking about?"<br><br>Her eyes traveled from Victor to Henry to back.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>23-09-2012, 11:01:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Lord Victor Henshaw<br>Where: The Library<br>With: Lady Greymore<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/Vintage_Baldi.jpg)<br><br>Vic looked to the footman. “Please take His Grace to my chambers and get him ready, the dinner will be starting soon and I know the Lord and Lady would love to meet him, or so see that he has arrived.”<br><br>The footman took Henry away, though his feet didn't move at first. It wasn't clear if he was stunned, or simply didn't want to leave Vivienne's side.<br><br>“It will be alright..I will see she makes it to the dining room.” Vic reassured as he looked back to Vivienne. “Charming man..charming..I wonder if he has a Duchess? I don't think Father planned on that..” He was clearly thinking as he snapped out of it. “You were asking? I am very sorry but, it's all very exciting.” 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>24-09-2012, 04:55:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Andrew Henshaw, Lady Elizabeth Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><hr><br>Alice smiled at Elizabeth now and held herself up.<br><br><strong>"Sorry, Milady. I can get a bit carried away."</strong><br><br>Blushing, she nodded at them when they moved to the couch. Sitting down and catching her breath, she watched them kiss with enjoyment and groaned very softly as he caressed her breast. Elizabeth seemed to be getting more brave, and that was good.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>24-09-2012, 05:19:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Who:Vivienne Greymore<br>Where:Library<br>With:Henry Stuart, Victor Henshaw, open<br>When:day 1 before dinner<br>----------<br>Vivienne smiled at Henry before leaning into press her lips against his cheek. "It is alright, mon cheri, go with him. I'll see you at dinner." She felt it was okay to show him affection because Archie was nowhere to be seen. Her eyes followed him as he walked away and she smiled to herself, it was clear that she was longing for him. <br>Vivienne looked to Victor and smiled. "He doesn't have a Duchess." She said matter of factly. "Nevermind about my question, I'll find out the answer at dinner." It was more than a little apparent that there was something more to her relationship to Henry than just a noblewoman and her servant. Clearly, he wouldn't be their footman anymore and she almost panicked at that thought. Would they be torn apart now? Vivienne couldn't bear that thought. "You look familar, milord. Have we met before?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>24-09-2012, 11:33:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Who: Lord Victor Henshaw<br>Where: The Library<br>With: Vivienne Greymore<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/Vintage_Baldi.jpg)<br><br>Vic reached for Vivienne's hand as he watched her look after Henry. He knew that look, everyone that had ever breathed a breath knew that look. “I believe so, but it is escaping me as to where just yet, but I am sure it will come to me.” <br><br>There was still no sign of Andrew, and Victor knew that dinner was fast approaching. “Would you care for a tour of the house, there isn't enough time to tour the grounds, but perhaps later I could take you and his Grace on a guided tour.” Vic was trying very hard to place the young woman, she reminded him of someone he had indeed met before, but he had met so many people in his travels that it was hard to place them all, though he had to admit Lady Greymore, much like her sister in law, would be hard to forget.<br><br>“I can explain about Lord Stuart as we walk if you like.” He added quietly, being the perfect gentleman, though how long that would last was anyone's guess.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>25-09-2012, 09:39:14</strong>
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				Who: Vivienne Greymore. Where: Library. With: day 1, before dinner.<br><br>Vivienne's full attention was now on the young Lord as she tried to remember how she knew him. "I'm trying to place you. Oh, yes, I remember now. We met at my engagement announcement party. The Moreau's of Paris, milord." She smiled at the man. "Dinner is rather soon, is it not? Perhaps we could start the tour afterwards. Unless your parents have something planned?" Her voice was hopeful even though she knew it would hurt Henry, the Lady couldn't help what her body wanted. In fact, she liked the look of Victor very much and had to wonder what he would feel like inside her deepest depths.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>25-09-2012, 16:01:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/Vintage_Baldi.jpg)</div><br>Who: Lord Victor Henshaw<br>Where: The Library<br>With: Vivienne Greymore<br>When: day 1, before dinner<br><hr><br>"Oh please, call me Vic." He smiled as he looked in Vivienne's eyes. "Moreau? Well it is possible, though the Moreau I remember was a cad of a man that was selling his daughters to pay off his debts, and you are clearly a lady of fine family, so I am sure I must be thinking of the wrong person." <br><br>Vic moved slightly, slipping his arm around Vivienne as he continued speaking. "You are correct that dinner is fast approaching, though it is generally accepted and often expected to arrive late." He laughed lightly, "As for what my parents have planned, my father won't tell me and my mother has taken to her room, so that does not bode well I am afraid, but I am sure that whatever it is, it will be quite entertaining." <br><br>Vic had tried and failed in getting any information out of his father, in particualr he had been trying to find out the specifics of the contest that was to involve Isabelle. It was nearly impossible to rig the game and have his brother win if he didn't even know what the contest would be. His hand slipped a little lower as he leaned into Vivienne, the others in the room, those that were left, for he had yet to see his brother or the Lady Greymore retreat from the sitting room, where milling about, some heading to the dining hall others, continuing their conversations in quiet earnest. "The tour won't take long unless you desire to see the private chambers as well." He padded Vivienne's behind softly. "That could take hours." Vic was trying very hard to remain a gentleman, but the spirit of the weekend was taking over. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>26-09-2012, 02:38:10</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=151908.msg6966897#msg6966897">Quote from: Christa McGinn on 24-09-2012, 04:55:22</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Who:</strong> Alice Pratt<br><strong>Where:</strong> Sitting Room<br><strong>With:</strong> Lord Andrew Henshaw, Lady Elizabeth Greymore<br><strong>When:</strong> Day 1 - Before Dinner<br><hr><br>Alice smiled at Elizabeth now and held herself up.<br><br><strong>"Sorry, Milady. I can get a bit carried away."</strong><br><br>Blushing, she nodded at them when they moved to the couch. Sitting down and catching her breath, she watched them kiss with enjoyment and groaned very softly as he caressed her breast. Elizabeth seemed to be getting more brave, and that was good.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Elizabeth gave Alice a warm smile as they both moved from the table to the ground, amusement glinting in her eyes.&nbsp; "You don't need to apologize to me Alice, I didn't mind," she said kindly.&nbsp; "I'm glad you felt comfortable enough for me to be so close," she added, flushing, yet determined to try and say how she felt.&nbsp; After all, if the two of them were allowing her to watch them together, and by Andrew's question, let her experience a little, then she owed it to both of them to communicate with them openly, and try not to be as shy as she normally might be otherwise.<br><br>She took a seat next to Alice, tentatively meeting Andrew's lips with her own.&nbsp; She felt awkward and clumsy, compared to the obvious experience Andrew had, but hoped he'd be patient with her.&nbsp; She liked the taste on his lips, sweet but salty at the same time, somehow.&nbsp; She kept one eye on Alice as Andrew ran his hands over her breasts, curiosity in her glance.&nbsp; She'd never considered herself as being interested in women before, but Alice seemed so open and friendly in including Elizabeth in things.&nbsp; She rested one hand lightly on Andrew's shoulder, and the other on Alice's, giving her a questioning glance to make sure the gesture was one she was okay with.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>26-09-2012, 03:02:41</strong>
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				Who: Lord Andrew Henshaw<br>Where: Library<br>With: Alice and Elizabeth<br>When: Day 1 - Evening<br><br>Andrew smiled as Elizabeth excused Alice's lack of control, he had placed them in those positions so that would happen, so it would have been Andrew's fault should Lady Greymore feel offended, still Alice took it upon herself as she should, and he was glad that Elizabeth not only didn't mind but was also supportive. He was violent, had sadist traits, loved to dominate, and had gone as far as rape, still he respected women, specially if he somewhat considered them his, like Alice, so he was more than glad that Elizabeth wasn't one of those that allowed nobility to poison their heads.<br><br>"I'm glad you came with us Elizabeth" he told her, his hand still on her cheek he moved to Alice and kissed her, this one passionate and hungry knowing she could take it and would apreciate it.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>26-09-2012, 05:34:18</strong>
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				Who:Vivienne Greymore<br>Where:Library<br>With:Victor Henshaw<br>When:day 1, before dinner<br>--------<br>Vivienne blushed a bit as he mentioned her father and what he'd done. "Unfortunately, that is my family and yes, my father did that. I'm the only daughter so I was the one used to pay off his debts, milord. Not something I'm proud of but it never got as far as my virginity. He should have protected me, but pushed me to do it. I was expected to keep us from losing everything." Her smile was fading, she was not fond of her father. "My mother did not know, neither did my brothers. They would have killed him if they did." A far away look crossed her eyes as she remembered the first time she'd been made to entertain a man to whom her father had owed money. "The tour sounds lovely, as long as it is quick. I've seen our room, your mother's sitting room, the lake, and this room. I'm feeling rather peckish." Her smile returned as his hand felt its way down her body.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>26-09-2012, 05:46:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/Vintage_Baldi.jpg)</div><br>Who: Lord Victor Henshaw<br>Where: The Library<br>With: Vivienne Greymore<br>When: Day 1, before dinner<br><hr><br>“Vic.” He smiled as he padded Vivienne's behind again. “I insist.” Victor began to walk around the room his arm still around the Lady Vivienne as he grabbed a finger sandwich, handing it to her. “I would hate for you to pass out. I am afraid my tours are not very exciting, but I will keep it as short as possible as I am getting rather hungry myself.<br><br>“Through this door here is a small sitting room, currently occupied and I am certain you know what a sitting room looks like.” He said as he moved through the corridor as they exited the library.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>26-09-2012, 08:11:41</strong>
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				Who:Vivienne Greymore<br>Where:Library<br>With:Vic Henshaw<br>When:day 1, before dinner<br>______<br>Vivienne smiled gratefully as Victor handed her the small sandwich. "Thank you." She followed him around on the tour. "Could you please go to my room and tell my husband to come to the library? I must speak with him." Vivienne was losing her nerve and just wanted to return to Westinghouse. To distance herself from this temptation and get Henry away from the women who will want him after learning he's a Duke. She wanted her love all to herself and understood how he felt when she wanted to be with others. She didn't feel well either.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>26-09-2012, 11:46:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b6/Vintage_Baldi.jpg)</div><br>Who: Lord Victor Henshaw<br>Where: The Library<br>With: Vivienne Greymore, Lord Greymore, Lady Louise Windsor, Henry Stuart<br>When: Day 1, before dinner<br><hr><br>Vic almost for a moment thought he was going to have to pick Vivienne up, and while he wasn't against the idea of it, the thought of breaking a sweat when it was not for an slightly more pleasurable task, kept him from doing so, luckily they made it back to the library before she was totally lost.<br><br>“I will send—for.” He stopped as he looked at the pretty woman that he had placed Vivienne beside. “I will go and get him at once.” The people that remained in the library had taken the stance of being pleasantly unaware of the situation, perhaps it was another custom that had become all too frequent, not only in the Henshaw home, but others around the Empire as well.<br><br>It wasn't long before Vic was at the door of Lord Greymore. He knocked, but there was no immediate reply as he finally opened the door.<br><br>“E-Gads man..what has happened to you?”<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e2/Vintage_Archibald.jpg)</div><br>“Whatever could you mean.” Archie replied as he continued to lay on his bed. He was in a obvious daze, his hair had the appearance of growing slightly and the man that had entered the Henshaw home not so many hours before looked to be a almost totally different person.<br><br>“I knew she couldn't do it--” He said as he rose from the bed. “I love the woman and as I told her, I would have never put her nor my sister through any of this if I had know.” Archie began to dress, the fact that Victor had yet to utter a word, had yet to phase him, he simply seemed to know what the other was thinking, he sensed all the passion that was in the house and it was starting to overwhelm his senses. All the desire, the want, the lust!<br><br>“Go and find my footman—He should be by our—Ah something has changed about that as well!” He raised his finger in the air as if he was checking for wind direction as he donned his coat.<br><br>Archie didn't wait for Victor to reply as he moved past him, only stopping long enough to take a look at the man. “You are rather dashing in your appearance—perhaps in another time or place we could have been friends and been dashing together.” He actually moved to touch the man's face as he lifted his hand, then sighed and walked to the library.<br><br>The scene when he arrived was hardly what he had expected.&nbsp; Hank was already there in a suit that he wasn't sure he could even afford, Vivienne was sitting quietly, but clearly peeked, beside a woman that smelled of royalty. It was a grand smell!<br><br>“My love? You wished to speak with me?” Archie did his best to sound like the Archibald she knew, but now he was regretting that second, or was it his third dose of his <em>vitamins</em>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GaGa88</strong> on <strong>27-09-2012, 06:26:42</strong>
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				Who:Vivienne Greymore. Where:library. With:Victor Henshaw, Lady Windsor, Henry Stuart, Archibald Greymore. When:day 1, before dinner.<br>--------<br>Vivienne smiled at the woman next to her, politely greeting her, the smile grew as Henry walked into the room. He looked good in a suit and her eyes moved to her husband as he moved next to her. The hurt from his earlier comments was still in her eyes but he seemed to be feeling better. "Would it bother you terribly if we left to go home? I'm not feeling very well." She didn't reveal the fact that she'd lost her nerve, but knew he would probably know. She wasn't sure what Archie would do, but she was returning to Westinghouse..with or without him. "You could stay, I'm sure Elizabeth will. She went off with one of the Henshaw sons and that maid you enjoyed earlier." Vivienne smiled over at Henry, a bit of a twinkle in her eyes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Weekend in the Cuntry - Downstairs at the Henshaws</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dapoet</strong> on <strong>27-09-2012, 06:59:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e2/Vintage_Archibald.jpg)</div><br>Who: Lord Archibald Greymore<br>Where: The Library, The Grounds<br>With: Lady Vivienne Greymore, Henry Stuart, Victor Greymore, Lady Windsor.<br>When: Day 1, Before Dinner<br>What: Departing<br><hr><br>Archibald looked in Vivienne's eyes as he took her hands. “My place is with you. I wouldn't think of staying if you were leaving. I will admit that I have enjoyed some of my time here, but my place is with you.” <br><br>He thought a moment about Elizabeth, then looked at Victor. “I trust my sister will be safe here? I would prefer she returned with us, but that is not fair to her.” He sighed. “I knew this was a mistake, perhaps after years of marriage when boredom has set in, but so soon my bride was too much.” <br><br>“Henry would you be so kind as to ready the coach....” <br><br>“Lord Greymore, you are not going to ask the Duke of Albany to ready a carriage, even if he wants to.” Lady Windsor chimed in as she stood straightening out her dress. “I know the look in this young ladies eyes and I fear she is suffering from <em>the sickness</em>.” <br><br>“The sickness? What ever could...”<br><br>“Oh we must not speak of it out loud, it would cause a panic most certainly, but I am afraid if Her Majesties doctors are correct, then we must all leave right this moment to lessen the chance that it is not spread to the others.” Lady Windsor had seen the look in Vivienne's eyes towards Henry Stuart. “Your Grace, if you would be so kind as to carry Lady Greymore to my carriage, it is faster then most and will be much more comfortable. You and Lord's Greymore and Henshaw will ride in Lord Greymore's coach, I have two men with me..one will drive myself and Lady Greymore and the other will drive you fine gentleman.”<br><br>Archibald was afraid to interrupt as he looked at Lady Windsor in astonishment, as Henry picked Vivienne up into his arms.<br><br>“Hold her tight, if my suspicions are correct, she will shortly lose the ability to use her legs, which is quite sad, because I imagine they are lovely.” Lady Windsor smiled as one of her men approached.<br><br>“Jameson. I want you and Charles to gather all the belonging of mine, and the Greymore's and enough for Lord Henshaw to last..I dare say a week, if we are not dead in a week's time, then we are safe of the horrible terror that is the sickness.” <br><br>Archibald watched as the men moved into action, it was actually quite a site to see. “Lady Windsor, your hospitality is heartwarming, but really this isn't...”<br><br>“Nonsense..I would hope someone would do the same for me. I might be high and mighty as my father calls me, but I do have a heart, shriveled and cold as it might be..” It wasn't, but it was hard to not keep up with what people expected of her.<br><br>“We should tell my father..” Victor said as he started to move towards the dining room. “Surely Lord Greymore would want to inform his sister..”<br><br>“There isn't time I am sure that those that help my men will see that all is told that need to be told. I trust that Lady Elizabeth will be just fine and perhaps in for quite a time, it is a pity she won't be joining us, but perhaps another time..”<br><br>The moments passed quickly..very quickly and in a whirlwind, the small part was outside and loaded in their carriages. “Inform Lord Henshaw of all and that His son will be under the very best of care..” <br><br>A moment later and the two carriages were gone into the fast approaching night.
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