The curtains were drawn but in the gloom I saw Miss Pentland was desperately trying to dress. Black porn Facing south over the park. “I have not even spoken to her about leaving us yet.”
“Well stands to reason don’t it.” Cook reasoned, “She hasn’t had a day off in all that time, she even takes your kids when she see’s her Father or goes to church.”
“I will see her right.” I promised. I kissed the lips leading to her womb. Beautifully pear shaped and her nipples were roused. As cold as the wind swept firth with which she shared a name. “I don’t know,” she said looking at the ground, “What will happen if I fall for a child?”
“I had not thought that far ahead,” I confessed, “But if you give satisfaction I am sure something can be arranged.”
“I want a legal contract,” she said staring at me. Miss Pentland came highly recommended, her father was a man of the cloth, she had studied diligantly and would have been an able scholar had she been a male, but had perforce to earn a living and so came to me aged
