He looked around the medieval entry hall. "This way,sir." I led him into the drawing room, where he laid Lady Blackthwaiteupon the sofa."What's wrong ...ith her, sir?" I asked, though the answer was obvious."To put not too fine a point on it, the right honorable baroness issloshed. Sozzled. Utterly legless," he said, and flashed a crookedsmile. I found myself attracted to him. "I'm her solicitor, by the way.Edward Clarke." He held out his hand. I offered him my limp hand, aswomen do, and he shook. Then I decided to msg her and sent a hi and hello. She didn’t reply for more than 5 mins so I decided to log out but at last I heard the notification sound of messenger, it was her..! deepa.! Then we started to chat, first she hesitated to do sex chat but slowly she got involved in that we shared our fantasies..then I asked her to send a picture she did not think for a second she sent her picture as she was in a heavy mood. She was amazing in that picture she wore a blue tight t shirt which. It was past twelve by the time I got back. I handed the things to Mrs. Ahuja and went into my room. I had just removed my jeans and was putting on my shorts when Mrs. Ahuja walked in. I quickly turned and put my shorts on. She just smiled and turned around. When I was done she asked me to come for lunch. I told her I would be there in a few minutes. When I came out of my room I saw that Mrs. Ahuja had changed into a black sari. She was already sitting at the dining table. I sat down. Royal ladies of her line have exceptionally meaty vulvas and their forest domains are extensive in every sense. After a long day hunting astride a great horse, stopping only occasionally eat, drink, urinate or defecate, ladies of her rank expect their pudenda to be ceremonially cleansed by a maid or, in my case, a male equerry.It is my duty to kneel and suck the entirety of the Royal piss flaps and clit hood into my mouth. She is so well endowed in this respect that it is not then easy to work.