In one,she lay back on the bed, legs apart with a trickle of blood spreadinginto a stain on the sheet, but she was asleep, with a pained expressionon ...er face. In the other, the subject - the young Philomena, as shesaid - stood with one leg up on the side of an old-fashioned free-standing bath, already filled and foaming, and the subject was examiningherself, catching the blood in a linen handkerchief. When I first sawthem, I didn't understand, but after my first few periods, I did,. Taking tea with Betty had become, a weekly occurrence, it was a moment to make less formal contact with the domestic staff, and the mistress had on this occasion a real wish to find out about her cooks kink, it was eating at her since she had heard of it… the trouble was to find a way to do it diplomatically. “Bessy, you have had a week or two now since I spoke to Hodges, has he made any advances yet?” it was the opening sally. The cook shook her head sadly and said, “No mum, he`s sadly made. " I told her. Like a cat, she sprung from the bed, yet knew that she would rather have me mount her and give the sound fucking she was now starting to crave. As she was looking for something to wear, I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her, cupping her soft 38C tits with my hands, and pinched her hard nipples lightly. My still hard cock nestled into the crack of her ass, and more than anything, I wanted to bend her over, and fill her pussy or ass. She reached down between her legs. Tears started running down her face as she wondered where he was and what happened to him.Sitting there, she thought about their last conversation, wondering if it was something she said or did. But that didn’t reveal anything because all it said was, “Tight hugs Sweetie, I love you!” and gave her a kiss.She heard footsteps coming toward her but didn’t take much notice, as there were always people here exercising in the late afternoon. But something about the pace they walked made her take a.