A footman emerged from the house as we approachedand handed us down from our ungainly vehicle, giving a disdainful glanceat the huckster whom Holmes h...d paid to wait for us while we interviewedLady Derringford.We were led to a substantial, well-proportioned drawing room with a viewover the park at the rear of the house. In the distance, we could seetwo retainers attending to the hedges and ditches separating the parkfrom the fields beyond. The room faced West, and a watery November. The women were half-keeping an eye on the children and half-talking over the low garden wall to their neighbor. It was too early for flowers, so the gardens looked bare, with just a touch of green color. The Victorian styled houses had gray-stone walls, blackened from chimney soot and road traffic. Seagulls floated on the air, moving overhead, calling each other.“You’re right quiet today.” Alfred interjected into my thoughts, as we came to a stop at the bottom of the street. Shrill noises came. ”“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, holding his hands over his penis, “I couldn’t help it.”“Put your hands by your side,” I told him and his erection sprang out again. “Now come over here and bend over the desk.”When he was in position I slid my hand between his thighs and made him stand with his feet wide apart. “Twelve strokes,” I reminded him, “if you try to protect yourself or get up without being told I will start again.”Mrs. Smith stood beside me to get a better view. I delivered the first stroke. Her clit was on fire and when his tongue hit it, she could hardly contain herself.. She wanted him so badly. She needed to feel his hard cock entering and filling her. She wanted to feel the spasms shake his body, his breath come in gasps and lastly, the impact on his cum inside her. Her hands softly gripped his cock and she could feel his heart beating thru its thickly veined skin. It was stretched so tight that his cock veins were very prominent and she could trace their.