The Lord and The Ward : Fielding revisited
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				Title: <strong>The Lord and The Ward : Fielding revisited</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BiFocal33</strong> on <strong>17-01-2008, 19:01:33</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Apologies to Fielding<br><br><br>It was the year 1790 in rollicking England. The French were about to behead their king, their queen and, in point of fact, anyone bearing a title above that of “garcon”. A noted wag in the British House of Parliament&nbsp; remarked that it was dangerous, in that rebellious foreign nation, to be addressed by the moniker… Madame or Monsieur… in case the rabble mistook you for gentry; and you were unceremoniously whisked off to be closely shaved by Madame Guiotine. Counts, Viscounts, Dauphins and “Grandes Dames” hid in cellars at the behest of their erstwhile servants. Their much enjoyed debauchery and excesses reduced to foraging for food. I hesitate, dear reader, to offend your sensibilities by describing the blood letting which accompanied the storming of the proud “Bastille”. Therefore, I return our gaze to the “Merry Old” clime and the “Merry Old” people of&nbsp; “Merry Old England.”<br><br>Leaving the Francophones to slaughter one another, I whisk you, my friends, across the channel, across the glades and the glens, and the sheep-dotted valleys to a manse just outside the ancient town of Bath in the lush expanses of Somerset. The English country gentleman, whom we are about to meet, Lord Danbury by name, was typical of the time. He had nothing as much as Time and Capital on his hands - Time and Capital to attend social functions - Time and Capital to pursue his every want. You might erroneously surmise, dear reader, that he and his kind would undertake a grand acquisition of knowledge or the noble task of bettering mankind. You my readers, like many others, I fear to say, would be sadly mistaken.<br><br>I am ashamed to inform you that the aforementioned Lord chased only his own gratification. I warn you now that if you are squeamish or given to the fits and throws of moral indignation, you had best read some kinder, gentler treatise. I write this tale to serve only as edification. My higher ethical purpose being merely instruction upon the time-honored theme of “love conquering all”: even the filth of perversion and obsession. I have absolutely no desire to titillate nor, heaven forefend, to laud the raucous behaviour portrayed on these pages. I will of course warn you, gentle reader, when a particularly lecherous passage must indeed be revealed. In order that, the more delicate among you, I am thinking here primarily of the fairer gender and those esteemed gentlemen of the clergy, may skim over such atrocities and keep your innocence in tact. I refuse to accept the Biblical millstone etc. etc.<br><br>On this particular evening, the twelfth of June, to be precise. Lord Danbury was attended by his companion Sir Thomas Wilt and the loyal man servant Smethers. Also in attendance were two local peasant girls, Maggie and Winna and finally the Lady Winthrop. They had gathered in the great room and were for some ungodly reason enacting a horse race. It is at this juncture that I warn the more delicate readers to flip through the next page or so in order to avoid being scandalized.<br><br>The only peson who wore a stitch of clothing was Lord Danbury himself. He stood in the middle of the room thwacking his riding crop against his boot. He was bellowing at the top of his lungs. “Faster, faster, Thomas. Onward to the prize.” Maggie a slender red-headed girl was plastered to his back in what is commonly called the piggyback fashion. Her one hand was entwined in Sir Thomas’ hair and she urged him on by digging her heels into his thighs as if she were riding for the King’s Plate. Her other hand was wrapped lewdly about Sir Thomas’ turgid cock, which she flailed away at like a dairymaid churning butter. One was loath to ascertain if the goal was to cross some preordained finish line or to shoot one’s seed across the cavernous hall. Sir Thomas was red as a Cardinal’s robes and sweating profusely.<br><br>Not two steps behind him followed Smethers with the Rubenesque Winna on his back. Her hands were engaged in the self-same manner as Maggie, but she was in tears of laughter as she rode. Smethers was puffing and foaming, but putting up a good show, in order to stay on the heels of the younger Sir Thomas. <br><br>“Come on Smethers!” Barked Danbury. Just then Sir Thomas reared up and began to tremble mightily, firing jets of semen a full five feet in front of himself. Smethers steamed past him accompanied by great cheers and huzzahs from Winna. Then the victorious pair collapsed on the floor.<br><br>Lord Danbury, who was obviously the leader and conductor of the games failed to see the winning manouever. Lady Winthrop, had caused a distraction, she was upon her knees, in front of her host and had extracted the master of ceremonies’ cock from its confines. She was slurping and devouring his manhood in a most ravenous fashion. She had achieved her desired effect just as&nbsp; Sir Thomas Wilt had erupted all over the floor.<br><br>This scene, as shocking as it may be, dear reader. Was indeed tame for Lord Danbury’s household. Gaggles of peers often assembled for Lord Danbury’s famed sports and entertainments. He was widely acknowledged as the best, most imaginative, most whimsical of Masters that any sexual profligate could hope for.&nbsp; He conducted his lascivous theatrics regularly. Indeed, we would not have even sullied ourselves in the telling of these happenings but for the appearance, in the doorway, of the heroine of the piece, a Miss Prudence Brightworthy. She stood in open mouthed amazement at the proceedings before her.<br><br>Smethers who had yet to relieve his swollen testicles was the first to notice the young lady and hopped up to attention,sending his jockey rolling naked across the floor and slapping soundly against a marble pillar. The Lord had just opened his eyes after expelling a copious amount of fluid into Lady Winthrop’s compliant throat and was caught by Smether’s abrupt actions. He followed the eyes of his butler and stared in shock at the young lady. With Lady Winthrop still working her lips on his private member.&nbsp; Danbury tried to adopt an air of civility.<br><br>“Oh my God. Is it tonight? Were you meant to? I had completely forgotten?” He yanked his dick out of Lady Winthrop’s mouth with a sound much like a cow retracting its hoof from the mud. He turned form the young girl and stuffed his cock into his trousers. The other members of the charade used hands and table cloths to cover up their nakedness. Winna was rendered immobile with laughter and could not even fein modesty as she sprawled over the floor. “What must you think? I didn’t expect. I wasn’t aware that you… Were you to arrive tonight?” As the Lord Daniel Danbury yammered and stumbled he approached the poor young innocent and drew the doors behind him. She was backing up as he neared, much as one would when approached by a rabid dog. This gave Danbury the room necessary to close off the scene. <br><br>He now rested his back against the double oaken doors and the pair studied each other…<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>18-01-2008, 17:13:23</strong>
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				Let it be said, good gentle readers, that Fate can be cruel or at the very least peculiar for no kind and generous person would have truly allowed, nay, permitted Lady Prudence Brightworthy to become the legal ward of a rakish gentleman whom had too much time for leisurely activities such as the aforeseen sport of <em>racing</em>. Let it be said, too, good gentle readers, that the judgement of humans can be obscured through the reputation of reputations; Lord Brightworthy, the gentle father of Lady Prudence,&nbsp; had a splendid and loyal and devoted friend, Lord Thomas Danbury, the sire of one said Lord Daniel Danbury whom we have briefly met. Never upon the heavens would the late Lord Brightworthy or the late Lord Danbury known of the young gentleman's acquired tastes in leisurely activities let alone those of his associates; minds being of alike attract the alike, it is said. It is with a certain graveness then that we witness the poor Lady Prudence, a virtuous and moral upstanding citizen of England since she was born seventeen years prior, standing in the foyer of Lord Danbury's manse in Bath, her mouth agape and her mind distraught with the horrors and vice that she had just witnessed. <br><br>In the light of the room, the girl must have looked plain, unadorned and pale in her muslin gown of pristine white. The neckline, one that was nicely rounded and would have revealed the curves of her youthful bosom had it not been for her wrap, was further covered by the girl as she simply looked at her gloved hands. It was a momentary look, a look that afforded her the time to step away from Lord Danbury, the time to allow him to close the door on the entertainment he was delighting in, and more so, a look that condemned that behaviour and gave her the utmost demure appearance. Eventually, as Lady Prudence gathered strength and courage to peer up at Lord Danbury, her eyes of periwinkle blue, those remarkably angelic in appearance studied the male creature before her with judgemental scrutiny;&nbsp; those of high morals, of high social standards often do. <br><br>&nbsp;“Perhaps, Sir, I might have the wrong address. I fear it may be a possibility, and thus an intrusion on your lordship's privacy and privileges,” Lady Prudence suggested, and within a moment, less than if she were actually timed yet details of that particular are not truly needed, the young lady stepped outside to confirm with her driver, and a neighbour the letter received by her barrister. Needless to say, it was with dismay that the address was correct, and the young lady's brow wrinkled with great despair. Had she any less constitution, the lady would have swooned and fainted, however, her parentage was of good stock although somewhat tainted of pure: a gentleman of London, and a woman, barely a lady of Irish decent. Lady Prudence's bloodline alone made her a naturally brave and curious being, and it was by this alone in which she re-entered the Danbury household.<br><br>A thin and slender hand was extended to one Lord Danbury, and somehow a smile was managed by the young lady. Wisps of ash blonde hair, those that delightfully curled around and framed her delicate face caressed skin of alabaster, and shaded her eyes somewhat from the Lord of the manor. &nbsp;“I fear that the circumstance of my barrister's letter is correct,” Lady Prudence softly, almost meekly said, &nbsp;“And so I have no other option but to allow an introduction, sir. I am Lady Prudence Brightworthy, the daughter of Lord Simon Brightworthy whom was a close and dear friend of your father's, I believe.”&nbsp; It was all that she could say, and perhaps it was all that she wished to say in such a delicate situation. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>BiFocal33</strong> on <strong>19-01-2008, 14:54:44</strong>
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				It is singular, is it not that the God-given instincts of man can at times overpower even the basest of sinners. Not the least of these inclinations from the natural order now walloped the lecherous Lord Danbury smack in the face. A divinely ordered paternal fondness washed over the villain at his first sighting of the demure Prudence Brightworthy. <br><br>This defiler of young women, this constantly licentious ringleader of perversion, melted with avuncular concern. He who had never entertained the notion of children, or family was rendered a caring parent from the first instant. What made the saintly transformation all the more miraculous was the appearance of the young woman before him. Prudence was the archetype of the innocent, azure-eyed beauty that Danbury was most accomplished at seducing. The string of sullied maidens in his past however had no bearing on his reaction to the fair Prudence. And, though there was but eight-years difference between the two, the smitten Daniel received her as he would the issue of his own loins from the very beginning.<br><br>He watched her confusion and her struggle to gain composure, as a proud parent would observe a daughter coming of age and exhibiting courage and pluck. He wanted nothing as much as to place a protective arm about her delicate shoulders and assure her that none of the debauchery which she had just witnessed would ever sully her purity. But he waited for her to check the address against her barrister’s slip of paper. All the while he bore an inward smile at her movements and her charm. He could remember meeting her years ago but paid little attention to the cherubic toddler. He did remember cursing his father’s largess at accepting the responsibility of guardian should anything happen to his good friend Brightworthy. Father had accepted the responsibility and then had the effrontery to pass-on and to pass the duty on to Daniel, as it were.<br><br>But now all was forgotten, all forgiven. He indeed blessed his father for his insight. His soul grew warm at her introduction. “I fear that the circumstance of my barrister's letter is correct, And so I have no other option but to allow an introduction, sir. I am Lady Prudence Brightworthy, the daughter of Lord Simon Brightworthy whom was a close and dear friend of your father's, I believe.”<br><br>“My child, my child.” Enjoined Danbury. “ I fear Smethers failed to remind me of your arrival. He shall be brought up short, have no fear. I assure you of only tender responses from myself and my household. Your care will be uppermost in all of our minds. Your care, your protection, your edification. Please, please, let me show you to your suite. Mrs. Dunphy!” He called the housekeeper, who appeared almost immediately. “Let’s show our ward, the esteemed Prudence Brightworthy to her rooms, Mrs. Dunphy. She’s had an arduous journey, and a bit of a shocker, I’m afraid. We’ll breakfast together tomorrow and then tour the grounds the stables, the farm.” He was a veritable magpie as he escorted her up the staircase and to her rooms. The strikingly handsome man became even more so in this his finest inclination in years.<br><br>After seeing her to her suite, Danbury returned to the dinning hall where the five racing enthusiasts stood shamefaced and now fully clad...looking for all the world like chastened rapscallions. Now, I must comment, dear reader, that it is not uncommon for a man who has just performed a deed of the highest virtue, to have the burning embers of desire fanned by that sef-same act. It has been noted that even the clergy, after a particularly rousing sermon, or after a day of counseling...Truth, Honor and Godliness to others is in fact, rendered randy as a hare. This is of course the work of the Archfiend himself and is always wrestled to submission by members of the&nbsp; clergy. But, in Danbury’s case, he had no desire to suppress his lewd predisposition. I inject the aforementioned warning at this juncture that the more delicate of readers should skip the next paragraph. Now, to the delight of the others he extracted his engorged cock from his trousers. It bounced like a tippler on a rocky carriage ride. <br><br>“All of you line up, and bear your backsides to the school master. You have been foul little urchins and must needs be punished.” With this, he took his extended cock in one hand and slapped it, menacingly, like a strap against his open palm. He stared threateningly at the miscreants till they all bent and either pulled up dresses or pulled down trousers. To mock cries and frequent giggles he used his rampant cock to slap and thwack the asses of the five deviants. <br><br>He went on to devise, game and show over and again long into the night. His domination of his fellow revelers reached epic proportion. He could not remember being this inspired for years, and wondered what was the cause of such an outpouring of creative lust. The next morning found him sitting bleary eyed at table awaiting the company of his darling ward.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>21-01-2008, 01:32:17</strong>
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				<em>Be not deceived: evil communications corrupt good manners.</em> Twas the thought, dear readers, that fluttered in the mind of the young Lady Prudence; her father being that of a religious man had flogged the bible onto the child, perhaps not literary, but all the same, the girl was of perfect virtue, utmost moral and pure because of his staunch beliefs, and faith in God. It was not without reason, shall one say, that the young woman believed the devil to be clever and extraordinarily cunning and intelligent to coax himself upon and within Lord Danbury, and on being escorted to her private apartments in the household, upon being left alone in luxurious comforts, that the Lady Prudence not only accomplished to slide a chair before the door to protect her very person, but fell to her knees and prayed to God for the safety of her person and virtue, and too, she included several prayers so that Lord Danbury could be reclaimed back to healthy virtue. It was there on the black and white tiled floor by the side of her opulent and unblemished bed that Lady Prudence fell asleep, in prayer, and although there should have been comfort given to her from that very situation and circumstance, her dreams were yet fitful and haunted by wretched moments of the sinful delights of the flesh in which Lord Danbury partook. <br><br>At the moment, it would be best to remind the audience that while the dear Lady Prudence suffered as the above mentioned, that we now delve deeper into the associates and genteel company of Lord Danbury especially that of one Lady Winthrop. The particular Lady mentioned, was indeed born into title, held privileges that many could not imagine both by her birth rite and by her very person, and it was by these very privileges that she happened to meet and acquaint herself with the handsome rake, Lord Danbury. As it were, they knew the same tedious and taxing people, those whom one must tolerate through the greatest of boredoms, and it was through sheer boredom that their corrupt and cunning minds intermingled with exquisite and exotic dares, intriguing games, and in knowing that Lady Winthrop swallowed many a pricks as the ocean swallowed grains of sand, Lord Danbury acquired a special affection for the Lady's deviousness, and oft needed, nay wished for her company at such gatherings at his home as when Lady Prudence arrived on the twelfth of June. Lord Danbury, it should be stated, had never any intentions serious with the Lady Winthrop nor with any Lady to be exact, his desires of marriage and family dallied far from his mind, and yet on knowing that this young virtuous azure-eyed beauty was in Lord Danbury's care, to know that she was fairly innocent, virginal in fact, made the Lady Winthrop twinge with jealousy. She had always thought of Daniel as one of her many favourites, and now another woman, another lady, presented an idle threat, and the very idea of corrupting her, making her impure, scandalize the little lost lamb so that Danbury would not take as much pleasure from her seemed tempting. As Lady Winthrop was being titillated by a hard cock slapping and thwacking her bare backside, and apologises are made to you dear audience for such a description, she giggled with glee and lewdly rubbed her wet wanton slit over the Lord Danbury's member as she began to devise a plan for Lady Prudence's demise. That, however, does not temporarily concern our readership or our lovely heroine, or the devilish Danbury for we now join them at their table to break their night's fast.<br><br>The hour of the morning was neither early nor late, and when appropriately groomed for the day, that being a Sunday, the thirteenth day of June in the year 1760, Lady Prudence entered the dining hall with some trepidation on whom or what she might find, however, the only person present beside a serving woman was Lord Danbury. Lady Prudence managed one of her beloved smiles, one that was elegant and charming, and one that friends and strangers, wealthy or poor had the opportunity to see for it was without reserve in which she offered it to whomever was in her presence. &nbsp;“My Lord Danbury,” Lady Prudence began, her voice velvety and rich, soft in the vastness of the room; her footfalls echoed as she approached the man whom she regarded with much reservation, and whom had haunted her well needed sleep with nightmares of devilish deeds. A kiss was bestowed on his shaved cheek, one that rather chaste, and she took to sitting near the man; a personal bible was placed upon the table between the pair prior to Lady Prudence slipping a napkin across her lap. &nbsp;“I do hope the morning finds you well so that we may have a wonderful day together as promised by you yesterday eve, beginning with this meal, and Sunday service.” Lady Prudence politely suggested. Her eyes traced over the man who was, if her memory served correctly, less than a decade&nbsp; her senior, and the faintest of blushes hinted at her cheeks when she thought of him as handsome.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>BiFocal33</strong> on <strong>21-01-2008, 15:08:38</strong>
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				Oh the effects of the innocent on the damned…Danbury had finally fallen into a fitful sleep and awoke with the naked thigh of Lady Winthrop flopped over his midrift and the heavy breathing of Thomas Wilt rumbling on the adjoining pillow. He could not recall the acrobatics or the multiple debaucheries committed in that bed last night, so inebriated had they become. He could however recall the chaste Miss Brightworthy and his promises to her. Leaving the naked pair in a lewd and compromising knot he stealthily dressed for breakfast…crept down the staircase…and waited bleary eyed at the breakfast table.<br><br>He wanted to be alone with the dear child and reinforce the avowed words of comfort that he had so earnestly given last evening. Deirdre the serving maid who was quite used to Danbury’s wandering hands and suggestive comments taken even with breakfast was surprised by the instruction to make all her actions and speech the model of propriety and decorum around his ward. “She is the soul of innocence Deirdre and shall not be scandalized by any in this house.” Immediately after saying this he glanced over his shoulder to ensure the dear child was nowhere about; then, reached up and fondled her sensitive left nipple. “What we do when she is occupied however. Remains our little secret.” He then struggled to calm his stiffening erection. He reprimanded himself for he would was loathe to be sporting a sin-seeking hard on as the dear one entered. He slapped Deirdre’s full ass as a sign that she should move a pace or two out of his proximity. He feared memories of their sport might flood his brain even as Prudence was in attendance.<br><br>The sight of the virtuous Miss Prudence when she did arrive at table melted Danbury’s heart and cock simultaneously. He felt a pillar of virtue himself whenever she appeared. The very effect which she had invoked yester night was produced this morning. It would prove to be a truism that she rendered the lech saintly with her company. When she was driven to dive deeper than ever before into his abominable passions and perversions. I leave it up to the reader to ascertain the reason for this. As I stated earlier… “Oh the effects of the innocent upon the damned.”<br><br>Even the child’s gentle kiss on the cheek and her nearness to the reprobate caused nothing but a gentle guardian’s reaction. Out of sheer habit he glanced at the bunching of her full and ripe breasts, which displayed themselves as she bent to plant a niece’s kiss. The fluttering butterfly hands as she placed her bible between them caused no response and Danbury was in the habit of picturing every beautiful woman’s hands as wrapped lewdly about his straining member. He noted their fine floating gestures and milky smoothness but not once, not once dear reader did he envision them as either abusing her own sex or busy with his. Her delicate bird-like mouth did not evoke the standard fellatial promise that he exacted from any attractive lady. He even studied her blushing cheek without seeing his or even another’s cock pressed rapaciously against it. <br><br>Strangely, in the company of his adored ward he occasionally wondered when she would retire to her room to dress for their walking tour and began to calculate how much time he would be afforded with the compliant Deirdre. These were just flashing fantasies for he wanted nothing so much as to spend time with this paragon of virtue. ...The angel child Prudence.<br><br>After a convivial and familial breakfast, in which the decision to attend services in the local parish, St. Dunstan’s was agreed upon, they made preparations for their tour. Danbury and Prudence retired to their quarters to ready themselves for a hearty stroll about the lands and stables. It may strike the reader as anomalous that so dedicated a profligate would attend the Church of England’s services. Danbury did not mind in the least, in fact the Rev. Withersoon, who gave a roaring even scorching sermon was, I am ashamed to reveal to you tender readers, a regular visitor to the manse when Danbury would hold one of his sexual soirees. There will be more about this no doubt but I plead with you not to judge shepherds by the behavior one recalcitrant fornicator. <br><br>Be that as it may, Danbury and Prudence spent the early morning hours in complete and blissful dialogue. They expounded on the new and beneficial practice of crop rotation. Prudence took notes when the overseer discussed his plans for irrigation. She showed both interest and competence in the industry and provisions of the field hands. But she positively glowed when Danbury lead her through the stables. His fine and aristocratic string of horses was the envy of Somerset. He led her with a horseman’s pride to view Caesar his fine riding stallion, an unparalleled animal. He magnanimously waved his hand about the stable. “You Miss Prudence will choose three of these as yours. We will ride daily and Darby here will give you all the information you need about any animal in the stables.” Darby, a bonny stable master, nodded aggressively at this. He had none of the avuncular feelings that Danbury harbored and was smitten with desire and burning with lust for the delicious Lady Brightworthy.<br><br>It is singular that Danbury exhibited such sexual restraint and control about his ward. He had, to be honest, stormed into his rooms, ravenously pulled out his dick and masturbated all over the sleeping pair in his bed before dressing for the walk. This of course had nothing to do with Prudence, he said to himself. He just needed relief badly…<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Airindel</strong> on <strong>22-01-2008, 04:39:26</strong>
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				There was a burst of laughter, somewhere between fiendish cackles and high pitched wails and giggles, that pierced the quietness of the early summer morning. Fitful the laughter was, dearest readers, that I assure you for Lady Winthrop and Lord Wilt had heard of Danbury's excursion to the local parish for a sermon with his charge. Deirdre had told the couple the details of Danbury's morning meal with the girl whom was now his legal responsibility. Truly, it was not so much a report that Deirdre gave the devilish couple, but with great talent, the serving woman reenacted exact moments between the Lady Prudence and Danbury; Deirdre was beyond saintly while being Lady Prudence, striving to mock her virtue as much as possible. Danbury was represented with two forks nestled in the serving maid's hair to represent Satan's horns, and as for a cock, oh, and with these people, my dear gentle audience, a cock there had to be, a loaf of bread was halved in length and poked out of Deirdre's legs rather stiffly. Although fond of her employer, Deirdre gave a splendid performance that was beyond a standing ovation. Wilt snickered, and waved his hand dismissively at the wench while pondering the performance, and he noted the silence in which Lady Winthrop sat. That in itself was nothing but short of miracle, and Wilt wished to applaud, however, a cruel streak bubbled inside of him and he plucked a grape from his plate and freely fondled it as if it were the nipple of a young girl budding into womanhood.<br><br>Wilt leaned in his chair, lounged in it with his well polished boots upon the table, and as he lewdly sucked the supple grape into his mouth, as his teeth chomped onto the mere round plump fruit, he gave Winthrop a coy smile while watching Deirdre walk out of the room. Alone with the lady, and indeed Lady Winthrop was a lady by title only for she was flawed when it came to virtue, he raised an eyebrow. &nbsp;“I wager, my dear, one hundred guineas that our Danbury is moved to good decent citizenship, virtue and maybe even charity, only to bed the lady, who has, no doubt, her maidenhead in tact, but in his quest to conquer, he falls in love and marries.” Wilt smugly said, his dark eyes preying upon the tantalizing tits of Winthrop that jiggled and bobbed with every inhale and exhale of her breath. <br><br>Lady Wilthrop snorted at Thomas' remark, snapped her fan shut, and chewed on the half loaf of bread that had been the mockery cock; it was well buttered and spread with a raspberry preserve. Thoughtfully, and much like a cow chewing on its cud while out in the fields, the Lady Wilthrop waved her hand dismissively at Thomas. &nbsp;“A losing wager, Thomas,” The Lady said, and licked her finger free of the raspberry preserve, smacking her lips delightfully, &nbsp;“But easy funds for me. Nay, he may bed her because she represents all that he is displeased with in society, hypocrites and their niceties, but nay, he will not marry that girl, nor has he ever married a girl he has fucked so freely. One hundred guineas, and you'll be my personal pet for a month.” She giggled&nbsp; out, and she leaned over to stroke Thomas' cheek as one would pet a lapdog.<br><br>That was the scene that had unfolded while the sweet Lady Prudence was on her morning constitutional with Lord Danbury; their tour of the grounds had been splendid, uninterrupted by an vulgarity, and as Lord Danbury took pride in his steeds, the Lady Prudence could only smile. Yes, she had noted the stable hand leering at her, but too, she thought the older man had a squint and thought little else of it. It is here, gentle folk of the audience, that I beseeched to pray for the dear young lady, for it seems that her good breeding and manners, her virtue and honour is being preyed upon by everyone in the Danbury household or by his Lordship's employment save for the very Lord himself, and that too is questionable at best. But alas, I digress, and we see the Lady Prudence smiling rather charmingly at Lord Danbury. &nbsp;“My dear sweet Lord,” Lady Prudence said, and delicately squeezed the man's hand with a fond affection that should have only been reserved for a couple in courtship, yet she could not help herself. She had become smitten with the rakish gentleman, one whom gave into her every charitable whim, and one whom doted on her as a dear cousin, and not an uncle or a father. &nbsp;“Your generosity is noted, and I cannot possibly thank you for that, however, you seem to be under the impression that I have the skill to ride, that I have accomplished horsemanship, but my dear, you are mistaken. While others, I assure you, enjoy the sport I have found myself with other leisurely activities such as working to find suitable homes for the unfortunate orphans that plague our parishes.” Lady Prudence drew near Lord Danbury then, her skirts too close to his trousers for the garments brushed against one another, and her eyes of periwinkle blue gazed into his with nothing more than adoration. &nbsp;“I do not wish to disappoint though, and so I must implore you to teach me the skills to ride, or pass that task to another suitable gentleman. Would you be kind, Sir, and teach me or have another, or shall I simply not know the joy of such activities?” A gracious smile adorned her lips, and her voice, was soothingly sweet like a tempting chocolate.&nbsp; <br><br>
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