Shall I put it on the dresser?’ ‘Please.’ As he passed, Heather took the delicate teacup from the tray and sipped the steaming hot tea. He put t...e tray down. ‘Cook prepared your favo-rite, Miss Heather. Apple turnovers and oatmeal with cream.’ Heather laughed. ‘I do love oatmeal with cream –even more than one kind of cream, James.’ She gave him a seductive look. The fifty-year-old butler blushed slightly. ‘Why, what do you mean, Miss Heather?’ The nineteen-year-old lady of the manor moved close. She always keeps it nicely trimmed and because she is so vocal, it is a real turn-on to get her off with my tongue and fingers. However, when it comes to actual sex, she is much less inspired than she used to be. I remember when we used to be the kind of couple that would come home drunk from the bar and fuck each other so hard that we would knock the mattress off the bed. She used to beg me, to fuck her hard and would even let me fuck her tight ass when she was in the right mood. I want to be. “Well, it seems like he took cleaning his penis into his own hands, guessing you didn’t bother making sure it was clean?” she said with a hint of criticism in her voice.“N-no!” I stammered, not wanting to draw suspicion. “I just, didn’t think that his penis needed to be cleaned, so I didn’t bother checking down there” I lied.She took a knee next to him, petting him lightly before moving her hand onto his penis, grabbing near the base to move it as she looked from all angles “Well that’s too. $3100 for the whole two weeks. Tell you what, make that three grand even right now and they're yours. That's $400 for the first six and $200 for the rest of the days. I'll deliver each day as I get them recorded. And don't even try to argue. The price is firm! Everyone else I sell to will be at $500 a day!"I asked if he would take a check and he said he would, but that it damn well better clear the bank. He said he would work out the delivery methods and let me know via email. He said that.