I love the sound of a storm as it howls outside and im warm and dry in my bed. not dry for long though.........i imagine im in a log cabin in a snow s...orm on a mountain side, the weather is vile and im all cuddled up to my big hairy lumberjack. he is so strong and as he wraps me up in his huge arms, i push my pert firm titties up against his chest and part my legs so he can slide his big meaty thigh in against my hot pussy. i let out a little sigh of pleasure and he clicks immediately..... my. Wilson had replaced Buxton who had passed away and was now the head butler. ‘What is it, Wilson?’ There was an edge to his voice that Charles never used with the staff. ‘A package for you, Your Lordship.’ ‘A package? In this weather?’ Catherine asked. ‘Is the man still here, Wilson?’ Charles had regained his usual demeanor. ‘Yes. He is in the foyer.’ Wilson answered. ‘I’ll go see.’ Charles headed out to the foyer where he met the village postmaster. He was drenched and shivering. ‘Colston, why. Lady Patricia had employed a string quartet for entertainment purposes and they played discreetly in a corner well away from the general conversation.Harold thought it all a bit of a farce and terribly expensive but endured it all with a silent tongue. One of the pretty young things wearing a devastatingly short dress sat down beside him and let her delectable soft-skinned bare thigh rest with familiar abandon on his expertly creased trouser leg. He managed a sideways glance and saw that her. " Good." She pointed to another table step over there and remove all ofyour clothing.Lastly, she said, "Jennifer Bennett, and you here for permanent ageregression, correct?" Yes, Mistress." Jennifer dropped into a curtsey. Mistress St. LeClairwas rarely impressed, but could tell this was a natural sissy and wouldbe a joy to train."Over to that table dear, remove your dress and all your clothes aswell." Okay, up on the changing tables you go." 3 females in immaculate nurseuniforms entered the.