He had been waiting her arrival with somewhat mixed feelings, he was doing this as a favour to his mother, as he no longer hankered after the big titt...d old cook, not as he once did, she had just been a woman, a sex object for his hormone riddled youthful mind , but now… now he knew about the layout of women`s bodies and had supped at the cup of sexual enjoyment with his delightful mother Muriel, Lady Muriel Pargeter, the mistress of this manor house here in deepest Wiltshire, now he was not so. Four wrought iron posts towering above it, the shadows dancing on the stone walls in the flickering candle light. Ivory candles of all sizes light the room with their warm glow. In a corner there is an old wooden chest.You are an observer only, watching my personal fantasy play out before your eyes.The old wooden door opens and you see a women being led in by a man wearing black. She is wearing a long ivory colored dress, perfectly made with lace and silk to show off her ample figure. The skirt. She further shocked me when she said: “Meet me in your barn hayloft tonight about midnight when everyone will be sleeping.” I went to bed that night and only pretended to be sleeping. The time dragged until midnight. Finally it was midnight and I sneaked out of the house to the barn and climbed the ladder to the hayloft. But she was not there. Damnit to hell, where was she? I went to a large crack in the wallboards and peered out in the direction of the clapboard shacks the Negroes lived in.. "That's where I often go jogging. I usually spend at least an hour each day running. It's an excellent way to stay fit. Though I wouldn't say it was as effective as working." She turned her head towards Ana, and resumed her subject. "If you remember, the reason why the government first institutionalised Brothels all those generations ago was to prevent the spread of venereal disease. It was decided that suppressing prostitution by making it illegal would only make the situation worse. Nowadays,.