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"I'm not suggesting one should judge anyone on the basis of their name, Ophelia. I'm saying that we should judge their name on the basis of its being quite ridiculous. 'Cumberbatch' indeed!"

Before

things could get any more heated, Don, who was having a very hard time

not laughing, interjected with, "Ladies, please! I really don't need to

know about the inn."

The

two women glowered at each other for a moment, and Anna took the

opportunity to clearly mouth the word "ridiculous" at Ophelia, before

she said, "Very well. Good morning, sir. How may we be of service?"

The

first thing that occurred to Don when Anna asked him that was that this

was the first time someone had given him an innuendo-laden opening like

that while completely dressed in a long time. Surely, he could probably

say he could use a blowjob, and at least one of the two attractive

women would be happy to oblige. This was Eros, after all. On the other

hand, the fact that they were dressed, and he actually had a mission to

accomplish, led him to the conclusion that he probably should get some

information out of the two of them, if that was actually possible. He

was about to ask about Lady Primrose, when Don realized he wanted to ask

about something else first.

"I was wondering, what exactly do you do here?"

"We write and print the daily newspaper, of course," Anna smiled.

"Very good," Don nodded, "and what goes in the newspaper?"

"All the news!" Ophelia enthused. "We keep the good people of Shagbottom informed on all the goings on."

"Such as?"

"What's playing at the 'Odeon, any new toys at Mabel's, notices of special events," Ophelia started.

"Coverage of said events," Anna added as she leaned on the counter in front of Don. She had undone a few buttons of her blouse.

Ophelia

got up and began moving toward her partner, as she continued with, "The

daily lottery results, the crossword, interviews with prominent

citizens, "

"And of handsome newcomers," Anna smiled.

"Oh, that's a good idea, Anna," Ophelia nodded.

Don

smiled back at them, flattered by the attention and amused by the turn

toward more typically Erosian matters. Then, though, he realized he had

more questions. He started with, "What kind of special events?"

"Socials, parties, " Anna said.

"Garden parties!" Ophelia cut in.

"Well, yes, those are included in parties, aren't they dear?"

"Naturally, but aren't socials just another sort of party?" Ophelia asked.

"I think it's the other way 'round," Anna frowned.

"Either way 'round, then, you started it."

Don decided to jump in before the conversation got too far afield again. "So, mostly parties, eh? Anything else?"

"Most of the special events are parties, it's true," Anna nodded.

"They're

very nice parties, though," Ophelia said. She had followed Anna's lead

and started unbuttoning her top. "Everyone has such a splendid time."

Don

smiled at them, guessing that the parties in Shagbottom probably turned

into orgies at some point. He decided to ask, "And you said something

about a lottery, ?"

"Oh

yes, that's very important, of course," Anna nodded, as she shrugged

her blouse off her lovely brown shoulders, exposing her full breasts.

"What

do lottery winners win?" Don asked, taking a step toward the counter

and the women as he untied the arms of the sweater around his neck.

"What do they win?" Ophelia was a bit confused. She had tossed her top aside and was now shimmying out of her pencil skirt.

"Oh,

it's not that kind of lottery exactly," Anna said as she stood up from

removing her own skirt. She pushed a sheet of paper across the counter

to Don and said, "Here."

On the page were two columns of addresses. Don looked at them as he took off his shirt but couldn't see any pattern or meaning.

Anna hopped up on the counter, and pointed to the left column, saying, "This is each couple's address, "

"Well,

if they picked up their ticket for the day," Ophelia pointed out. She

had moved over to a gate in the counter Don hadn't paid any attention to

and was coming over to Don's side of the room.

"Yes,

certainly, it wouldn't do at all to make people play who didn't want

to," Anna smiled as she spun around on the counter, her long, stockinged

legs and stiletto-heeled shoes flying over Don's head.

Don

smiled at briefly at the sight of Anna's bare, pink cunt, and then

realized, "Oh, the other column is the addresses of where people go for

the day when they leave in the morning."

"Exactly,"

Anna smiled as she spread her legs and scooted up to the edge of the

counter. She crooked a finger at Don and asked, "Care to join us for our

early morning break, ? Oh, how rude of us! What was your name?"

Gretchen’s Hospitality at Lady Primrose’s Estate.

Toshia

couldn't help but laugh all through the story of Don's encounter with

Anna and Ophelia. By the time he was wrapping that up, the two of them

had stopped and sat down on a bench in a secluded part of the park. If

it had been a bit more secluded, Toshia thought she'd probably break her

rule and give Don a blowjob right here. All the sex shenanigans she was

picturing had gotten her rather worked up, and she really just wanted

to suck on his cock. Of course, that wasn't all she wanted to do, It

wasn't that secluded, though, so she managed to behave. However, she did

enjoy snuggling up against him, his arm around her shoulders, as he

continued his story.

"So,

yeah," he said, "after the early morning break, and with a lot of

patience, I was able to learn that Shagbottom was basically a rather

stable community of people who paired up, somehow, and then enjoyed a

rather thorough swinging lifestyle. Each day, but just during the day,

they swapped partners, if they participated in the lottery the day

before. They rejoined their 'spouses' at night. Every few days there

were social events, or parties, that were pretty much excuses for more

partner swapping and/or orgies."

"It sounds like your kind of place," Toshia smiled.

"And not yours?"

"Well, yeah, that was implied."

was afternoon, the three of them had given up on clothing, Don was

reclining in a chair with Anna curled up in his lap, and Ophelia was

sprawled across her desk with a happy post orgasmic smile on her face,

when Don finally got around to, "So, I need to find a Lady Primrose, "

"Oh, yes, she's lovely!" Anna purred enthusiastically and bit sleepily.

"Her garden parties are the best!" Ophelia added. "She makes sure to invite everyone in town."

"You'll like her," Anna nodded. "She's the sweetest, poshest lady."

"Folks

say the garden parties aren't even the sexiest ones she has," Ophelia

rolled onto her side to look at Don with a conspiratorial glimmer in her

eye. "She has masked balls with lords and ladies from all over. It's

all very classy and mysterious!"

"Oh,

hush, Ophelia," laughed Anna. "That's just gossip. Lady Primrose

doesn't put on airs. She's just a nice, friendly, normal person."

It was time for Don to reinsert himself in the conversation. "Well, can you tell me where to find her?"

"Of course," Anna chuckled. "She'll be up at Heolfor House, if she's not traveling."

"And you can direct me to this 'Heolfor House'?"

Anna kissed the side of Don's neck and said, "Certainly, but don't you want to stay for Hazel and Bob's get-together tonight?"

course, it was nearly impossible for Don to resist such an enticing

invitation. It turned out that Hazel had a hankering for bukkake that

night and Don was happy to help the local men scratch that itch. By the

time he set off down the road for Heolfor House he had decided that the

odd little town of Shagbottom was quite the friendly place. The Morning

Whip's headline that morning read "Stranger Comes to Town, & All

Over Hazel's Tits."

Heolfor House

The

walk from Shagbottom to the side road that bore a sign reading "Heolfor

House" was long enough to discourage idle wandering in but short enough

to be a pleasant walk through the countryside. Don thought he must look

quite mundane with his clothes and walking staff, and he had to admit

this was perhaps the most "normal" day he had spent in Eros so far.

paused at the signpost and wondered where the road would take him if he

just kept walking. With a shrug, Don decided that would have to wait

for a return trip to the county of Wrenchester and started up the much

narrower path toward Heolfor House. Flowering trees grew close to the

path, spreading their branches overhead, making for a lovely, shady

walk. On the left, through the trees, Don could make out what looked

like a cemetery, with a carefully manicured lawn and ornate headstones,

as well as what seemed to be moss-covered tombs. The many flowering

shrubs and the sunshine gave it a very welcoming appearance, offsetting

the fact that this was the first indication of anything like mortality

in Eros. Don doubted that anyone was really buried there, but surely

someone must have graveyard fantasies to live out. He filed this away to

ask about when he got the chance.

the end of the path, Don came to a big arch of heavy rocks that seemed

quite ancient, as if the archway predated the path and even the

surrounding forest by millennia. Certainly, it seemed much, much older

than what Don found on the other side, and what Don found looked pretty

old.

broad gravel path spread out in front of him leading directly up to the

front of an enormous manor house. There seemed to be three main floors,

with smaller floors above and twin towers rising on either end of the

facade. All along the edge of steepled roof were spiky ornamentations.

Heavy curtains hung in the many windows, and the stonework emphasized

both the run of the floors and the way the mansion rose up over the

viewer. In retrospect, the Manor had had a southern French, or

Mediterranean, feel, while this was decidedly English.

The

fact that there was a fountain between him and the entrance to the

building as well as exquisitely groomed green hedges spreading out

around this courtyard somehow only slowly came into Don' attention.

There was just something about Heolfor House that drew his attention.

Even though the day was sunny and warm, and he knew he was still in

Eros, there was somehow something off about

this building. It just didn't seem to fit, though Don had to admit that

it actually seemed a perfect fit for the whole English countryside

fantasy. Anyone who had any Upstairs, Downstairs or Downton Abbey kinks would love this place!

Skirting

the fountain, Don crossed to the big double doors and pressed the

button on one side. When there was no response, he pressed again. He was

about to press a third time when the door on the right opened enough

for a tall, bald man in a dark suit to look out at Don with clear

disapproval.

"Hello," Don smiled. "I'm, uh, hoping to speak with Lady Primrose."

"Are you expected, sir?" the man said. His tone clearly indicated that he knew full well what the answer would be.

"No, I'm afraid not."

The

man, who Don was assuming must be a butler, gave him a look that

conveyed the fact that Don's existence in that moment and place was

quite possibly the most inconvenient thing in the universe. He said none

of this, though, but only said, "Her ladyship is not receiving callers

at the moment."

"Would it be possible for me to wait?" Don smiled again.

"Of course, it would, sir," the butler frowned, clearly annoyed that he was being asked such a trivial question.

There was a long pause, before Don decided he would have to prod further.

"May I wait, perhaps inside?"

The

butler's expression never changed but his eyes managed to tell Don that

he was personally contributing a great deal to the overall misery in

the world. Still, he intoned, "Certainly, sir, please do come in."

The

entry hall was, of course, massive, with an extremely high vaulted

ceiling from which a dazzling chandelier hung. Dark wood paneling

covered every surface, and broad curving stairways flowed up to the

second floor. Paintings and tapestries hung on the walls. After getting

his name, the butler led Don to the left, pushed open a tall, slender

door, and said, "If you would be so kind as to wait here, sir."

Don

stepped into a narrow high-ceilinged sitting room with thick, dark

carpeting and a large fireplace taking up most of the right-hand wall.

The sunlight from one window cut the room in half; what wasn't glowing

brightly was almost black in contrast. Tiny motes of dust floated lazily

in the yellow light.

the butler shut the door behind him, Don stepped toward the window,

hoping to get a look out at the gardens he thought must be outside. But

as he drew near, a voice addressed him in a cultured British accent,

"Here for the party?"

Don

turned and peered into the shadowy corner to the right, opposite the

door by which he'd entered. He took a couple of steps, out of the

sunlight, and said, "Party?"

"Just

calling to pay your respects, then?" said the dark-haired man in the

corner. He was slouched in an armchair. There was a woman kneeling

between his legs with her head in his lap. He was wearing black slacks

and a dark shirt that was unbuttoned, exposing an athletic chest and

abs. She was wearing a pastel blue, backless dress, and had light blonde

hair. She was quite intent on the blowjob she was giving.

"I suppose that's right," Don nodded in answer to the man's question. "There's a party, though?"

"That's

right, tonight," the man held up his finger as he closed his eyes and

smiled. After a long moment of silence, he said, "Everyone who's anyone

will be there. Get up, Cessily' and say hello to our new American

friend."

The

blonde stood up easily, took a step back and turned to smile at Don.

She wiped a bit of cum away from the corner of her mouth with the back

of her hand and said, "Hello there."

The

dark-haired gentleman stood up, tucking his cock back in his trousers,

and crossed to Don and extended his hand. As Don shook his hand, the

other man said, "Lucien, and this is my sister Cessily."

Don

suddenly had a number of questions but couldn't decide which to ask

first and what was clearly rude, so he just said, "Don. I'm very pleased

to meet you."

Cessily

glided up next to her brother and smiled at Don with the kind of open

sexual interest he'd grown so used to in Eros. She batted her brown eyes

at him and said, "It's so good to have some fresh blood for one of

these parties."

"Oh,

well, I'm honored, I think," Don smiled. Cessily was certainly

charming. "I'm really just here to have a chat with Lady Primrose."

"Ah,

well, it is her party," Lucien smiled, with much the same undercurrent

as his sister's smile. "There's no reason you can't have your cake and

eat it too, is there?"

Don

frowned a little as he tried to sort out Lucien's question, but then

the butler cleared his throat on the other side of the room. Don peered

through the light, couldn't see clearly enough, took a few steps in that

direction. The butler didn't wait for him, but said, "Sir, her ladyship

is indisposed, but asks you to accept her invitation to tonight's

party."

"That would be great," Don smiled. "I'm afraid I don't have the proper attire, though."

The

butler paused, as if to make it clear that Don was continuing to make

his life an unendurable hell, and said, "We will endeavor to correct

that situation, sir."

"Oh,

well, that's great," Don nodded. He turned back to say something to

Lucien and Cessily, but they had already left, presumably through the

door Don now noticed between the armchair in the corner and the

fireplace.

With

a quick shrug, Don followed the butler back out to the entry foyer.

Picking up a bell from a little table in the corner, the butler rang

twice and then waited until a young woman in a black and white French

maid outfit hurried in through a door at the foot of the far staircase.

She was short, but had very nice long legs, and had dark brown hair that

was pulled back into a bun and seemed to be quite long. She wore a

black choker around her lovely, thin neck. She was trying to straighten

her uniform as she hurried over to the butler and Don.

"Gretchen,

please show this gentleman to an available room and help him prepare

for the party," the butler said in a way that seemed to imply that Don

would need a great deal of help indeed.

"Yes,

sir, of course sir," Gretchen said with an adorable English accent as

she bobbed her head and managed to smile at Don, batting lovely blue

eyes up at him all the while. She began to turn toward the stairs, and

said, "Please come this way, sir."

Quite

happily, Don followed the young woman up the stairs, using the time to

admire her gorgeous legs with the stockings that ran up to the middle of

her firm thighs and the way her bare bottom and the lower lips of her

cunt could be seen peeking out from under her short skirt. Gretchen led

Don up several flights of stairs and then down a shadowed hall with a

big window at the end, turning at last to a door, which opened to a

large bedroom.

"You

may use this room during your stay, sir," Gretchen smiled. "There are

clothes here in the closet." She opened the door to an enormous walk-in

closet and led the way in.

There

were indeed quite a few suits available and, given his experience in

Eros, Don had little doubt that he would find something that fit him

nicely. Then Gretchen was bending at the waist in front of him, saying,

"And down here are shoes."

Don

couldn't resist reaching out and running his hand over her perfect,

pale behind. When she did nothing to pull away, he gave her bum a

squeeze and then lightly ran his finger over her labia. He could feel

that they were already dewy, and there was a bit of pearly cum leaking

out of her. Don remembered her straightening her uniform and realized

what she must have been up to before the butler had summoned her. Don

parted her lips and smeared some of the cum he found there down over her

clit.

"Uh, that feels very nice, sir," Gretchen purred. "If you don't mind my saying so, sir."

"Oh,

I don't mind at all," Don chuckled. Since she didn't move away or stand

up, Don pushed his thumb into her cummy cunt and started using his

fingers to play with her clit in earnest, caressing and squeezing her

young ass with his left hand.

Gretchen pushed back toward him and murmured, "Oh, sir!"

Somewhat

clumsily from recent lack of experience, Don undid his pants with his

left hand to free his now rather hard cock from its confines. He hadn't

had any sex all morning and early afternoon, which in Eros seemed a

rather long time, and the way this very fetching young woman was bent

over in front of him and responding to his manual stimulation was easily

enough to inspire a nearly painful erection. Without waiting for any

further invitation, Don pushed his cock down and replaced his thumb in

her cunt with the head of his penis. As he pushed into Gretchen from

behind, she moaned happily and pushed back against him. With the heat of

her tight, wet vagina wrapped around him, Don fought off the physical

impulse to come immediately, but only barely.

Soon,

Gretchen was supporting herself with her left hand on the low cupboard

that housed the shoes she'd been showing Don while the fingers of her

right were strumming furiously across her clit, and Don was plowing into

her violently, holding her slender waist in his hands and pulling her

petite body back onto his straining cock. Don suspected her earlier play

had been interrupted before she was able to climax because it didn't

take long at all before she was shuddering and gasping as she came on

him.

Then

she was on her knees in front of him, one hand on the base of his thick

shaft pumping him, as she sucked enthusiastically on his head. Her

pretty little face was intensely sexy as she looked up at him with her

lovely blue eyes.

"Oh, God!" Don groaned as he felt himself swelling in her hand and mouth.

Gretchen pulled back off him, but began to stroke him even harder, and said, "Yes, sir, please come for me."

Instinctively,

Don pushed forward as his whole body clenched around the base of his

cock. Gretchen smiled up at him and kept stroking his shaft until she

was rewarded by an explosive gout of cum shooting out and across her

sweet face. Don trembled and groaned as another burst of cum splashed

onto her and then another. Still looking up at him with her blue eyes,

Gretchen sucked his cock back into her mouth and proceeded to swallow

the rest of his orgasm. When she finally released him, she said, "Thank

you very much, sir."

"Wow!"

Don breathed. "And thank you, Gretchen." He thought to ask her to call

him 'Don,' but he decided he quite liked the way she said 'sir.'

"It's

my pleasure, sir," she laughed as she stood up. She paused a moment to

lick some cum off her lips and to wipe some off her nose. She promptly

sucked her finger clean, and then said, "Perhaps you would like me to

draw you a bath, sir."

Naturally,

for Eros, the room came equipped with a large, luxurious bathroom, and

Gretchen joined Don for a long, extremely enjoyable bath. She stripped

out of her uniform but kept on her little hat and the choker Don found

so sexy. As they engaged in a rather wet session of foreplay

masquerading as bathing, Don was able to ask a few questions.

He started with, "How long do we have?"

Gretchen smiled sweetly as she pulled on his hardness beneath the water, "As much time as you need, sir."

"Oh,

well, need and want are two very different things," Don chuckled as he

leaned in to kiss her firm breast and flick his tongue over her hard

nipple. "But I mean until you have to go back to work."

She

sighed and pulled Don's head down to her breast again, while squeezing

his cock a bit tighter. She said, "I am supposed to attend to any of the

guests' needs, sir, so, "

"But won't you be needed for, other things?"

"There are other staff, sir, and if I'm missed I'll only get a spanking, which I don't mind much," she winked.

He smiled up at her as he slipped two fingers up inside her and asked, "Well, then, how long until the party starts?"

"Oh,"

she bit her lower lip as she rocked on his hand a bit, "the parties

never start until after dark. So, a couple of hours, I should say, sir."

"Never?" Don asked as he released her nipple from his mouth. "Even the garden parties I've heard so much about?"

"Oh,

yes, those are so lovely, but they always begin after sunset. Lady

Primrose does so love the nighttime, and the gardens are so beautiful

all lit up with candles."

"I'd

love to see them," Don smiled as he stood up in the tub. Gretchen

smiled at the hard cock that was now standing out before her. She ran

her hand lightly over it and leaned in to give it a kiss, but Don took

her hand and drew her up to kiss her sweet mouth and then to lead her

out of the tub.

After

they had dried off some, they made their way back out to the bedroom

where they found quite a few ways to spend the next hour and a half.

Don's favorite moment came after Gretchen had let down her very long

hair to cascade down over her shoulders like a cape as she rode slowly

on him, leaning forward with her hands on his shoulders to look into his

eyes. He ran his hands up over her slender naked body, caressing her

tits and then slipping around her neck, fingers brushing over the choker

she still wore.

"Tighter, please, sir," she sighed.

Don gently squeezed her throat, restricting her breath and circulation,

Gretchen smiled, nodded, and whispered, "Yes, tighter!"

bit concerned, Don obliged. Gretchen's face darkened a bit, and then

she was trembling with a long, silently intense orgasm. When he relaxed

his grasp, she smiled down at him with an utterly unfeigned gratitude

and affection.

After

a much briefer bit of cleaning up, and making sure that Don actually

found a suit to wear to the party, Gretchen got back into her uniform,

this time with her dark hair in a long, thick ponytail, gave him a

quick, surprisingly chaste kiss, and left him to his own devices.

Don

checked himself out in the mirror and thought he was party ready. He

was wearing black slacks, jacket, and shoes, and a dark red shirt, which

was open at the neck. He had been a bit surprised that there were no

ties to be found in the closet, but Gretchen had assured him that this

was deliberate.

"The

lady doesn't like neckties," she had said as if she were saying nothing

more interesting than "she doesn't like Brussel sprouts."

Toshia fixed Don with a skeptical eye and a cocked brow.

Don laughed and said, "Yeah, yeah, I was thinking the same thing."

Stepping

out into the hallway, staff in hand, Don noted that there were two

other guests making their way to the stairs. Don caught up to the black

gentleman just before either made it to the top of the stairs, and the

tall east Asian woman coming from the other end of the hallway met them

there.

"Hello, I'm Don," he smiled, extending his hand first to the man on his left.

"Good

evening, I'm Jerome," the fellow smiled in return. Don guessed that

Jerome was at least ten years older than himself, though he knew time

and aging in Eros were tricky affairs. Jerome had very dark skin, wore

his hair and beard, which were sprinkled with some grey, buzzed short.

He was also wearing a dark suit, but with a white shirt, and seemed to

have an athletic build.

"Bian,"

the beautiful young woman smiled as she shook each of the men's hands.

She had lovely green eyes and curly dark brown hair brushing her

shoulders. She was quite tall and wore a deep green floor length dress

that left her long neck and sculpted shoulders bare.

"Is this your first time to one of Lady Primrose's parties?" Don asked as they started down the stairs.

"Yes," Jerome nodded. "I was quite surprised to be invited."

Don frowned to himself a bit and asked, "And how were you invited, exactly?"

lady friend suggested I would enjoy it, and the next thing I knew I was

here," Jerome explained, apparently without realizing there was

anything odd about his story.

"I see," Don nodded. "Do you mind if I ask where you were talking to your lady friend?"

"Oh, well, we were both visiting a lovely resort."

Don smiled and said, "I see. And what about you Bian? Is this your first time, too?"

"Yes,"

she said with a slight nod and smile. Don thought she didn't have a

British accent, but also concluded that she was disinclined to engage in

a long conversation.

they descended to the ground floor, Don noticed in passing, as they

passed a few windows, that the sun was setting and it would soon be

dusk. He felt a bit awkward carrying his staff along, but he was also

quite glad to have it along.

Candles

were now illuminating the stairs and hallways, casting wan light and

creating deep shadows. Don had seen no one lighting the candles, but by

now he was used to these things happening on their own.

the ground floor, gathered in the entry hall, were about 20 other

guests, waiting for the party to begin. Jerome and Bian slipped into the

crowd, as Don looked around a bit. He was a bit surprised when someone

tapped him on the shoulder. Turning he saw a couple he had met just the

night before.

"Cheers,

Don," grinned Rodney, a big, cheerful redheaded guy who had helped with

Hazel's bukkake. Right next to him was Marilyn, the slender,

middle-aged, brown-haired woman who had been introduced as Rodney's

partner last night. She and Don had not done anything together at the

party, but for a moment Don thought it would be very nice to correct

that oversight.

Don smiled back at them, "Good evening! I didn't know you'd be here tonight."

"Neither did we," Rodney laughed. "We won the weekly raffle."

"Ah, I didn't know there was a weekly raffle, either."

"Ay, every week!" the big guy laughed again.

"Is this your first time?"

"Sure is," Rodney nodded. "Posh house, in'it?"

"It certainly is," agreed Don, "and the staff is quite accommodating."

"Oh! 'Sounds like you've had a good afternoon," Rodney chuckled.

"I did," Don smiled, finding it impossible not to get caught up in Rodney's enthusiasm. "Oh, but please excuse me for a moment."

Don

had just caught sight of the butler and had come to an abrupt decision.

Taking a few steps to intercept the taciturn man, Don said, "Excuse me,

my good fellow."

The

butler turned on him with an expression that clearly indicated he was

not amused by Don's attempt to assimilate to the culture. With what

seemed a herculean effort, he said, "Yes, sir, how may I be of

assistance?"

"I was wondering if it would be a problem for me to leave my staff here over there in the corner by the door."

"Why should that be a problem, sir?"

"I don't know, but I don't want to put anyone out."

"I'm sure no one will be 'put out,' sir."

"And no one will move it?"

"Ah,

well, I cannot speak for everyone, sir, but I can assure you that

myself and the rest of the staff will leave your walking stick

unmolested."

"Thank you," Don smiled, partly because he got the impression his cheerfulness was a personal affront to the butler.

the time Don had propped his staff in the aforementioned corner and

turned back to the gathering of guests, the large double doors into the

ballroom had been opened and everyone was gradually moving inside. Don

found himself bringing up the rear.

To be continued.

By BradentonLarry for Literotica

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