At that time the Earl was fifty-one years older than his new most junior employee, and she had never even seen him. His only son, the Viscount Oxenhom..., was some thirty years younger, married but with no children. Priscilla had no illusions about her status, but reasoned that if she played her cards right she could be promoted to parlour maid where she might meet some rich visitor who could be persuaded to take her into his bed, and then blackmailed into taking her up the aisle to a life of. . ------------------------- I feel the jaws on my cunt lips pull it open.. it's delicious as I'm stretched open, pulled apart, forced to display.. I am ready for anything, I am so aroused.. Something enters me forcefully, straight in to my wet pussy, filling me, and then it begins to pump me, to fuck me like a dog, like I'm not even there, just a piece of meat, a wild animal, a dirty, trashy fuck-slut that needs to be hurt over and over again.... I am pummeled by it, mercilessly. It seems that a few girls, Kathy amongst them had had a free period before swimming and had decided to stroll across town and get to 'The Grammar' early. Normally, they would have waited for the school bus. Without thinking they had walked straight into the sports block and as nobody had stopped them, made straight for the changing rooms. On hearing the shouts and splashing they had decided to 'have a peek' and without thinking how they usually 'dressed' in the pool had suddenly been confronted. I began to put my hands all over her body and started to press. I started to press her fleshy legs and my hand started to move into her saree. I began to press her butt on her langa. I could not control myself and I began to molest her boobs. She began shouting” Kumar, please leave me”, and when I began to press her boobs hard she began to moan “ouch ahhh Ammaaa” please don’t do it Kumar, I am your mother, please leave me I beg you”. But I did not leave her and I suddenly came down and took of.