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*My summer job with lady Chatterley..added a twist .apologies to D.H Lawrence I was sixteen at the time. I suffered embarrassing erections Whenever a light breeze passed by my chinos. I had forgotten about applying for the job at the mansion. And was sure I ******* up the interview Because I sporting huge woody. The severt girl bent down to pass my tea in a China cup. Revealing a pair of succulent breast. And the rest was predictable. But lady Chatterley seemed not to notice. I heard that lord Chatterley got his cobbler's blown off in torbuck or some place. Fighting Rommel desert rats. But lady Chatterley had stayed with him I was going to say through thick and thin. But I think the long and short of it was more accurate. Anyhoo I digress I got the job as house boy. I had to serve her her breakfast in bed. She wore a flimsy see through negligee. I spilled her morning tea limping to her bed with her breakfast tray. Those houseboy pants were really too thin and so tight. I was red as a beetroot And wondered if I would ever be freed Of those spontaneous errections. She just smiled though. So nice so understanding. She was beautiful I was secretly in love with her. And she became the star of night fantasies Where I ...well let's not get graphic shall we. Anyhoo I a digressing again Sorry D H. Don't want to lose the plot here. One day they went out hunting The unspeakable chasing the uneatable. When she got back I was cleaning her en suite bathroom She said softly Jude come out here sweetie. I obeyed she sounded so **** Sure enough here was my woody Right on time. She said softly Come here sweetie I obeyed Take off my dress I slowly unbuttoned her dress It fell to floor like gossamer. Now unhook my bra sweetie I unhooked the skimpy garment. It floated to the bedroom floor. Now slip off my silk ******* she said. In a **** throaty voice. Sweating I slipped her ******* off. A faint wisp of perfume hit my nostrils Then she yelled at me. Right their I ever catch you wearing my clothes again You're fired you little *****
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Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 10:37 PM UTC
My summer job with lady Chatterley..added a twist
*My summer job with lady Chatterley..added a twist .apologies to D.H Lawrence I was sixteen at the time. I suffered embarrassing erections Whenever a light breeze passed by my chinos. I had forgotten about applying for the job at the mansion. And was sure I ******* up the interview Because I sporting huge woody. The severt girl bent down to pass my tea in a China cup. Revealing a pair of succulent breast. And the rest was predictable. But lady Chatterley seemed not to notice. I heard that lord Chatterley got his cobbler's blown off in torbuck or some place. Fighting Rommel desert rats. But lady Chatterley had stayed with him I was going to say through thick and thin. But I think the long and short of it was more accurate. Anyhoo I digress I got the job as house boy. I had to serve her her breakfast in bed. She wore a flimsy see through negligee. I spilled her morning tea limping to her bed with her breakfast tray. Those houseboy pants were really too thin and so tight. I was red as a beetroot And wondered if I would ever be freed Of those spontaneous errections. She just smiled though. So nice so understanding. She was beautiful I was secretly in love with her. And she became the star of night fantasies Where I ...well let's not get graphic shall we. Anyhoo I a digressing again Sorry D H. Don't want to lose the plot here. One day they went out hunting The unspeakable chasing the uneatable. When she got back I was cleaning her en suite bathroom She said softly Jude come out here sweetie. I obeyed she sounded so **** Sure enough here was my woody Right on time. She said softly Come here sweetie I obeyed Take off my dress I slowly unbuttoned her dress It fell to floor like gossamer. Now unhook my bra sweetie I unhooked the skimpy garment. It floated to the bedroom floor. Now slip off my silk ******* she said. In a **** throaty voice. Sweating I slipped her ******* off. A faint wisp of perfume hit my nostrils Then she yelled at me. Right their I ever catch you wearing my clothes again You're fired you little *****
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Oct 6, 2016 at 10:37 PM UTC
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