Yours Faithfully,Mayor Brewer of Queenstown." The Schoolmaster sat in silence for a few moments and then wrote a brief letter which simply read, " I w...ll attend tomorrow morning,no payment required or expected. Grateful if you would send your carriage at 10am precisely."The maid was directed to send a messenger boy to Queenstown.The Mayor of Queenstown received the message from the Schoolmaster with great joy and informed the Town Council members that the Schoolmaster would arrive in the. His hand couldn't help but to graze her beautifully firm tit as he drove, a small sigh escaping her lips as he did, and he grabbed a handful of it and squeezed, her sigh turning to a moan now as they sped through the darkness.He disliked himself for what he had become, a pervert by some standards, but he had grown tired of hearing no and had decided to not hear that again, at least not where it held any meaning to him. She was older than what he was used to, but more his own age, usually he. But as a laid there watching them for another couple minutes, I couldn’t resist..I reached up and cupped one in each hand carefully, hoping she wouldn’t notice, and to my amazement she didn’t! She just kept moving up and down, soft moans of pleasure barely audible. I let her soft flesh slide in the Palms of my hands, her taut nipples occasionally gliding in between my fingers. I don’t know what it is that makes men want to suck on a woman’s tits, but I really wanted to. So much so that against. Strax, let’s go!’ The carriage clattered off over the cobblestones, leaving Clara watching it still in a state of disbelief. ‘Man-cave the size of Scotland and he still needs to have a lads’ night.’ It wasn’t that she didn’t like Jenny and Vastra, but, well… they were married and they still kept up this thing of Jenny dressing up like a maid and letting Vastra order her around. Clara didn’t really approve of such kinkery during the work week. Save that for the weekend. Jenny was there to see.