Debauchery at The Manor Chapter 3 of 5

Debauchery at The Manor Chapter 3 of 5The next morning Rose lay in bed and watched Lily wobble her tits in Gerald?s face. This had the desired effect and he grabbed the substantial mounds of female flesh and squeezed. Squeals of mock terror ensued, Lily?s exclamation of horror, fooled nobody. Since her bum was in range Rose took the opportunity of giving it a slap, not too hard but enough to further excite the dirty tart.?That?s it Rose, provide some discipline from your naughty maid.??I will show you how naughty I can be Lord Gerald.? added the smirking Lily who climbed onto his erect cock and started wiggling and bobbing.As a whore in London Rose had occasionally enjoyed being with clients but most were work. Now as a lady in the countryside she was still a working girl but it was so much more fun and the beds were much more comfortable.Rose had been recruited by Lady Georgina who was a genuine aristocrat but a whore none the less however a very exclusive one. The fact was that the entire household was involved. A mysterious ancestress Gwen had given the family a boon. It had different forms but huge tits and a love of sex was the core of it. Another facet was that plus both sexes enjoying giving as well as receiving pleasure. Most valuable of all to the ladies was a potion they drank every night which stopped their monthly courses and stopped them getting pregnant until they wanted too.Rose had lucked out here and a combination of her acting skills and the fact that despite being a gutter born tart from Bermondsey, Rose had the inclinations to be a lady, well that is outside the bedroom anyway. So here she was having spent the previous evening engaged in an intimate orgy, in bed with her maid and a noble lord. One of the guests Sir John had asked her a favour that was bizarre in the extreme in that she was to befriend his new daughter in law and then turn her into a tart like the rest of the women. This place was seriously weird. Achieving the friendship bit was made easier when to her considerable surprise Rose received a formal invitation to the wedding. Sir John and Lady Charlotte knew exactly who and what she was and had invited her anyway. To the world she was now Rose Billings the orphaned daughter of a colonial civil servant and his wife who had di