Mellors sat in the other chair with his breeches down. Black porn “He took mine and no danger,” my maid simpered. “Do you have a form?” he came back. He undressed carefully rather than the alacrity of one which could only afford to pay for ten minutes with a whore which I would have expected. Their tongues entwined noisily, “Do you love me?” she asked between kisses. “Droit de Signeur,” my father had claimed the right to any maids maidenhead ahead of her wedding, it worked well, especially for girls whose maidenheads had been well and truly lost long before the wedding. She bridled, “Have you been spying on me?”
“Tis common knowledge,” I declared. “Then how do you explain your dalliances with Mellors?” I demanded. “Because,” I explained, “I have the right to every maidenhead within the parishes of my estate, obviously I cannot take your maidenhead, so it must be recorded.”
“Pah,” she snapped, “Very well doctor do your worst!” she snapped and she raised her voluminous skirts to reveal her upper thighs.
