An Affair of Necessity

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Victorian society is remembered for the strait lace Queen Victoria, her love of Prince Albert, and what have come to be known as Victorian morals. Yet the reality of the period is found more in the works of Charles Dickens. It shows a society that was hypocritical, saying one thing in public and quite another in private. True it was a period of science, discovery, and exploration. Yet it was also a time of crushing poverty, Transportation to Bounty man’s land for the most miner of offences, a period of debtors prison until one could pay there debt, or have them paid, by love ones, better off than they. Our story revolves a round such a case. Samantha Roberts the daughter of a once successful merchant who traveled in the highest circles luck has turned and he is languishing in debtor’s prison. His only hope is his daughter, who is now forced to seek employment as a governess.


Lord Peter Cushing was a man of substance and years; at 54 he still cuts a fine figure, and is a powerful man physically still riding to the hounds every weekend His son had left him with an small son, while he pursued an Army career in India, preferring adventure to father hood. Willy’s mother had died in child birth. She had been a frail little thing at best.

Lord Peter was reading his morning post.



Dear Peter,

I have come across a very pretty little thing that is quite a desperate situation, and knowing your pension for innocent young damsels and your need to have some one to care for young Willy I have provided her with a letter of introduction. Her name is Miss Samantha Roberts. I am sure you will find her quite to your liking and I am sure you will also give her a worldly education.

As Always your friend.
Lord Vincent Stanhope.


If what Vincent said was true I would look forward to meeting miss Samantha Roberts
 
Samantha

Indeed times had grown hard over the past six month or so. This was not at all, the type of life her Parents had in mind for her to live

Samantha Roberts was a lovely girl well know in today's society, and even the social register. Her Long dark auburn cascading over her lovely some said shapely form, yet her hair was her crowning glory, Off set only by the deepest of green eyes one could even imagine.

At eighteen she was at her peek for gentleman callers wishing to seek her attention and her family money. But then times did take a tumble, if only her father, Jonathan Roberts, didn't have a weakness for the ponies and his weekly card games that would go well into the night. That was the down fall and the start of her problems. Now at nineteen no man would come near for fear of ending up losing his fortune, and now she seemed to be on the downward end of the social stairway climbing down instead of up.

So all that was left was for her to gain her place again was employment by expectable means. Her cousin on her mothers side Lord Vincent Stanhope, always seemed to have had a soft spot for Samantha. He knew of an old friend in need of a governess for his grandson. So putting two and two together, Letters where corresponded and agreements to a meeting where made. It was now the day of her first Meeting with Lord Peter Cushing.

Dressed in a respectable dark gray skirt and freshly pressed white blouse she lifted a gloved hand to the back of her bun trying to look more mature and respectable as she rang the bell standing at the door way hopefully to her new found employer.
 
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The normal correspondence was exchanged between Miss Roberts and myself where conducted. This of course was all a ruse to put the young woman at ease. Her cousin Lord Stanhope assured me that his cousin was are beauty, of spotless reputation and that he look forward to my accounts on how I would take her innocents from her and bend her to my will, Vincent share the same dark taste and desires I did, and after all he did owe me a favor after I had arranged for him the opportunity to seduce then master my daughter in law.

The appointed day had arrived and I had spent the morning riding to the hounds. Upon my arrival home William my butler informed me that Miss Roberts was waiting for me in my study. Without bothering to change, still in my riding boots, form fitting britches, scarlet jacket and riding crop in hand I stride into my study.

‘Miss Roberts I presume, I am Lord Peter Cushing”

I took in her countenance and was well pleased with what I saw. She was young, very young, modestly dressed in a plain gray skirt, and white blouse, with a high collar. Her lustrous auburn hair pulled tightly in a matronly bun in a vain attempt to hide her natural beauty and oblivious youth. I poured myself a brandy and took a seat in a wing backed chair by the hearth. I did not invite her to sit as it would be unseemly to do so. She stood there with her eyes demurely down cast.

“Tell me about your self Miss Roberts and your qualifications for the position that you are seeking. “

My eyes leisurely travel up and down her delightful form taking in each sensual curve of her body, while idly tapping my riding crop on the side of the chair.
 
Samantha

dark green eyes lowered demurely under long silken lashes. she knew the place of the help she was from a good family and knew well what was expected of them. Yet never before was she every to imagin she would be one of them now. she stood tall her head held proud yet her eyes never fully meeting to his unless spoken to. her hands she kept behind her as she only once brushes a wrinkel from her outfit nerviously. it was not a form fitting suit but it did fit well . she also knew the importiance of proper dress for a job interview.

The man walked in the room she had been directed to, An man not as old as she had een expecting. yet still she tried to show respect in the matter after all it was her that was put out to impress this man not him to her. then he spoke after sitting down with his brandy, and questioning her. She nodded to his question of whom she was and held out a hand to shake . her father had instilled it to her that even a women had know excuse for a whissy washy limp hand shake. a firm shake shown charitor a firm respect and conadance he always said. so she did she she held her hand out to shake the mans hand. It was then that her eyes lifted to the man and nodded again .

yes Sir. I am Samantha Roberts, My Cousin Lord Stanhope spoke to me of this possition. i am well with children, i have taken care of my Uncle Vincents three little ones and I addor children , i was even at one time in training to teach grammer school. i know what is expected in a young boys life to gain what is needed . in both heath and education. I know my place in todays socity and will instill such values in your grandson to my fullest extent.

" I am nineteen years old very dependable and my word is my bond. i am from a good home and family and am in need of a steady postion Lord Cushing. I hope these quifacation you will find to your liking sir?

she spoke clearly rather well spoken not even a nervious jump in her tone. she lowered her eyes again as she waited for him to speak further.
 
I was amused as he extended her hand, but I was pleasantly surprised that her grip was firm, I took my seat again and listened to her as she accounted for her qualifications.

Yes Sir. I am Samantha Roberts, My Cousin Lord Stanhope spoke to me of this position……………..taken care of my Uncle Vincent’s three little …………..training to teach grammar school……………………."

I was only half listening to Miss Roberts expound on her qualifications. My hooded eyes where carefully studying the only qualifications I was truly interested in, the form and shape of her young body. Yet when she mentioned her age my attention once again returned to what Miss Robert’s was saying.


I am nineteen years old very dependable and my word is my bond. i am from a good home and family and am in need of a steady position Lord Cushing. I hope these unification you will find to your liking sir?

Standing I lifted her chin with my riding crop.

“Miss Roberts I prefer that when I am spoken to that you look me in the eyes. This is a new age and I do not hold with the past.”

I paused, as my cool gray eyes held her vibrant dark green eyes..

“ Dinner is at eight, I will expect you to dress with dinner, and take your meals with the family. Willy is at his maternal grandmother’s for the fortnight. That should give you time to settle in here at Gray Firer’s Abby”

I rang for the butler.

“William show Miss Roberts to her room.”

I watched as Samantha followed William. I mused at what she would think of her room for it was far from the servants’ quarters, and actually was one of the family’s chambers next to young Willy’s.

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I sat at the head of the table as the clock struck Eight, waiting for Samantha’s arrival.
 
Samantha

She nodded and followed the butler to the room surprised it would be on the same floor as the family. Most help where not allowed to remain on the same floor but when the main familys quarters. After being explained that it was an adjoining room she under stood after he told her young Willy was right beside her room . Having no idea there was also a door to the room to the other side as well behind a tall book shelf. The room was rather large and fully furnishes. quiet lovely actually more to what she was use to living in. this might be easier then she first belived.

She brought with her but only one dress suitable for dinner not beliving her first n ight would be told to dress for diner. It was a pale yellow looevly gown with a rather plunging neckline trimmed in white lace. The complete opposite to her attire she wore now, but she was a young women and this was about the most expectable dress she could wear when told to dress for dinner, that she had with her at prsent . Maybe a well placed handkerchief would hide her voluptuous bust. The dress would show it off as well as every curve she had but she was told to dress for dinner and this was what was left to her for a choice.

She heard the clock in the downstairs hallway chime eight she would not be late at all it was not plight and she felt she was still trying to make an impression. she took one last look in the mirror and pulled one single curl to run at the side of her face. The rest was still pulled up in a bun even so it was becoming to her. She only pinched her cheek and blotted her lips from the light color she added. the hankercheif was place carefully. as she left the room.

Down the staircase she sauntered looking more the lady of the house then the governess but it was his request. Her breeding and manors well in evidence as she descended the stairs and moved in to the dining room where she smile lowering her head softly to Lord Cushing in greeting. remembering to keep her eyes to the man as told prior,

"Good evening sir. I do trust you are well this evening ? "

She just made it just in time and she knew it. She smile warmly back to him looking to the table as she was seated by the butler holding her chair for her. Suddenly the butler handed her the losen hankercheif that had fallen while she came down the stairway. She nodded her thanks and placed in in her lap to late to replace it now that would only draw more attention to herself as she smile sweetly waiting for him to speak or start dinner.
 
I was most pleased with Miss Roberts’s gown, the color suited her and the plunging neck line suited me. Her bosom was full and ripe, and her body pleasantly trim, so unlike the current fission.

"Good evening sir. I do trust you are well this evening? "

“Good evening Samantha, I trust your room is acceptable.”

I saw her eyebrow raised and the familiar tone of my address.

“I trust you are not shocked by my familiar use of your Christian name Samantha, but as I said earlier I do not hold with many of the out mode tradition of our society.”

Without waiting I turn to William.

“You may have dinner served now William.”

The dinner was a roast of beef vegetables, and baked potatoes. A rather simple yet impeccably well prepared meal, The dinner conversation was light, as we spoke of the works of Lord Byron, and the poet Shelly. I asked Samantha what she thought of Shelly’s theory that love should be free without restriction to class or the morays of society. I listened to her reply not giving any hint of my thoughts on the matter, for this proud beauty would soon experience my views.

Of course ther was red wine with the meat as would be expected. A hardy red wine, and Samantha had been treated with a drug that would soon render her unconscious and quite at my mercey.
 
Samantha

She did take notice of the ease he used her name, but somehow it brought her to a calm sense of security. She wondered if he wished her to call him something other then Lord Cushing but he was her employer and if was oout spoken enough to tell her otherwise. and after all he was still her elder so by all rights she was calling him what was expectable.

She listened to his words and relaxed even more at the conversation, she nodded pleasantly at his words in agreement sipping her wine lightly yet working on her second glass as he asked her of the works of Shelly.

"Well, To be at all honest Lord Cushing. I do agree with you. The society in my opinion is to ridged. Even to stuffy for its own good, these arranged marriages I see as a thing from the past. Soon it will be almost UN heard of. two people will be free to love and marry in any social stature that they wish, and not be looked down upon for such. I do hope it will be so any way. "

She took another siped as she blinked feeling her head start to swirl about . She was never taken by only two glasses of wine. She drank a glass at dinner every night at least two, it never affected her this way. She knew she should be getting back to her room feeling like this , she blinked again and dabbed the napkin to her fore head.

If you will excuse me I ... I don't know what type of wine this is but it... Seems to have taken a hold of me rather quickly Lord Cushing. I do appoligise and I think I need to return to my room please if I may?"

The room swirled around her as she moved her chair back and lifted her hand almost grabbing for his as she reached to the table. But managed to walk to the stairs and hold her head up walking to the room she was assigned, only to feel the room darkening as she landed to the floor beside the bed with a thump.
 
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I watch with bemused satisfaction as the drug slowly takes effect. The way Samantha’s bosom swells as her breathing slows the little beads of sweat that bark out on her brow, the confused befuddled look in her startling green eyes, and the way she dabbed the napkin to her fore head.

” If you will excuse me I ... I don't know what type of wine this is but it... Seems to have taken a hold of me rather quickly Lord Cushing. I do apologies and I think I need to return to my room please if I may?"

“Why of course Samantha you may be excused, it has been a long day for you my dear.”

I watch as the young beauty struggles to stand, then leans heavily on the table to steady herself The way she staggers to the door and then up the stairs. We follow at a discreet distance. The closing of her door then the thud as the drug finally claims my prize.

“William would you be so kind as to carry Miss Roberts to the play room.”

When I arrive I see William has laid her on the oriental cushions that form the bed. I wear a silk Turkish robe and mask. I nod to William and he holds the spirits of ammonia under Samantha’s nose. She wakes with a start yet the drug will keep her mind confused and she will have no memory of the evening’s events other than that of a vague dream.

“Stand Me Pretty for I wish to see you.”
 
Samantha

The potent smell of ammonia lingering in her nasal passages as she pulled back blinking several times to clear her vision... What had happen ? Last thing she remember she was in her room the door shut and all went dark. Tthis was not the room she was in , had she gone into the wrong roomby mistake? This is so strange , and her head it still spun wildly. tThen a Voice came out of a haze, she blinked again and looked around hearing the words.

“Stand Me Pretty for I wish to see you.”

The sight before her frightened her it was a man obviously dressed in a silken robe and a mask ,asking her to stand. Who is this and what did he wish with her?

"I am sorry, I seemed to have stumbled unto the wrong room. I am so sorry And I beg your pardon."

Oh yes, she did stand, but not at his request. More out of a deep urge and necessity to leave the room. she looked about the bun now gone from her head the long wavy red strands falling in silken tendrils over her shoulders and framing her face. Then ends almost teasing to the eyes as they swayed against her breast.

In her dizzying state she did stumble but right in to lord Cushing this time. She had to grab hold of his shoulders and her body bounced off his chest so she would remain on her feet till the room stopped spinning again. She was frightened by this man indeed. Why was he wearing a mask like this? But she was more concerned as to why she was feeling like this and not letting lord Cushing see her in this state. Not a very good impression at all.

"Oh Again. I beg your pardon sir."
 
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I smiled at the confusion I see in Samantha’s eyes, and the image this young innocent presents her lustrous hanging in long wavy red strands, falling in silken tendrils over her shoulders and framing her face, the ends almost teasing to the eyes as they swayed against her heaving breast. Yes she was a most delectable morsel for his pleasure.

"I am sorry, I seemed to have stumbled unto the wrong room. I am so sorry and I beg your pardon."

In her drugged state Samantha stumbled into the arms of the masked Stranger her arms about his neck to steady herself.

"Oh Again. I beg your pardon sir."


The masked stranger’s arms go around the young girl’s waist and her crushes her virginal body to his. His lips brush Samantha’s lips then his mouth claims hers in a savage kiss as he rapes her innocent mouth with his tongue, suddenly the kiss is broken leavening the young virgin gasping for breath. Hot sensual kisses follow the curve of Samantha’s neck to the hollow of her neck where the pluses of life rapidly beat in her confusion. Then lower down to the deep plunge of her gowns neck line to kiss the sweet full swell of Samantha’s breasts, then he runs his tongue in a slow seductive lick up the sweet alabaster valley between her firm young bosoms.


The powerful drug asserts itself again and Samantha’ swoons. The dark stranger sweeps the girl into his arms and lays her unconscious form on the Turkish bed.

His hands go the fastenings of her gown, He strips the young beauty naked, as William sets up a camera. With a smile on my face, I dip my head beneath the dark drape of the camera and the gun powder flash fills the room with its heady smoke. I arrange Samantha’s into several exceedingly compromising poses, and record them on the glass plates of the camera. The I carrier her drugged body to her room, William and I dress Samantha in her night gown and leave her gown strewn by the bead.

For the next three days all are normal and other than dinner the young innocent and I have little contact as she becomes familiar with the routine of the house.

Then on the fourth day I have William call her to my study. On my desk are the developed photos of that first night.
 
Samantha

Suddenly she felt the man take advantage of her in her present state. his lips ravaged her bruised then. he raped her mouth with his tongue as she was to over come by the shock and the dizzying swells in her head it was just all just to much for her to comprehend she gasped trying to gain her breath that he had stolen . she looked in disbelief to him as he assaulted her body in such a manner. No one ever dared to touch her in this way ever ... his lips claimed her bosom ,she was to taken back to even scream . However she tried to really , but the dizziness filled the room as she again collapsed in his arms.

She had no idea what happen after that or if anything had . when she awoke the next morning she was in her bed the gown she wore laid out over the chair and in her night dress. Was it all a dream... What was in that wine she thought to her self?

A few days went buy with nothing like that entering her dream world again so she figured it was from that strong drink until William came to her telling her Lord Cushing wished to speak with her in his den. She wondered if she had done anything wrong then shook her head as she walked thought the door to his study.

"You wished to see me sir?"

It was at that moment that she saw the photos on his desk as her eyes almost bugged out in shock seeing the photographs laying in plan site. Again she gasped her hand going to her mouth to help hide the noise from her shreiks. she looked up to Lord Cushing as he stared to her . It felt like her heart was about burst from shame. what was this about how did these photos even come to be? She would never pose for this never.

"Where did you get those?... Oh my world Lord Cushing I don't know what is harping. I was accosted by a man... a man in a mask the first night I was here . I though t it was a dream. from all the wine the way I was so overcome by the sprits...."

She looked to him and then sunk to her knees in shame to the floor covering her face and sobbing and trembeling into her hands. She could not look to the man right now he saw more of her then any man had ever or so she belived, and right on his desk in front of him those pictures where spread out.
 
I sat at my desk my face an impassive mask.

"You wished to see me sir?"

Samantha’s eyes widened in horror and disbelief as her eyes beheld the images of her naked form so lewdly displayed in the photos. She gasped her hand going to her mouth her cheek blushing Crimson.

"Where did you get those?... Oh my world Lord Cushing I don't know what is harping. I was accosted by a man... a man in a mask the first night I was here . I though t it was a dream. from all the wine the way I was so overcome by the sprits...."

Samantha’s eyes shone with her embarrassment, they spoke of her shock, and pleaded with me to believe her. The young girl sunk to her knees and buried her lovely face in her hands and trembled with her heart broken sobs.

“Miss Roberts you will stand now! “

His voice carried the different tone of command. Samantha’ just stayed there on the floor ,sobbing. I rose and bent down and grasping the sobbing beauty drew her to her feet. Then I returned to lean against my desk.

“Look at me Miss Roberts………..Do you really expect me to believe such a wild tale?”

I paused letting my words sink in.

“Theses arrived in the morning post, with this note.”

Sir,

I understand the you have recently taken in to your employment a Miss Samantha’ Roberts as governess to your young grandson. She is not the modest young lady she would lead you to believe. She posed for theses photographs willingly to help pay her father’s debts. He is presently confined to debtor’s prison.

A concerned friend.


I handed Samantha’ the note.

“Miss Roberts is your father in fact in debtor’s prison and if so why did you neglect to inform me of that fact.”

I was quite please with how my plans for this young beauty where progressing for with the photographs and the note That William had written for me Samantha’ Roberts was completely at my mercy and in no position to refuse me anything.
 
Samantha

Her eyes widen at his accusations and then the letter that was read to her.

Lord Cushing I neve posed for such and Yes my father is well he is still in debtors prison that is why I am working here as a governess, to pay off his debts and keep the family home. But no I never took any money for such act ,I would never lower myself to such ways. I could never , I swear it to you , I was so out of it from the wine that night I never said a word to any one. I though it to be a dream a horrid dream. You must believe me please , I beg you sir. I need this job but not at my good name.

Then she thought what good would her name be if those pictures ever got out.Oh lord what was she to donow ? she looked up to him tear stained cheeks and all.

"Lord Cushing you must believe me if I had done such I would think father would disown me and be out of the rechoed place by now. Lord Cushing can you help me ...I am no fraud. Their has to be something you can do to stop this? I would be ruinined my family disown me please , I would do anything for your help in this matter. I am begging your trust and forgiveness in this matter and your Aid?"
 
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I listen to Samantha heart felt denial, her eyes pleading for me to believe her. Then the one phrase that I had been waiting for.

…….. I would do anything for your help in this matter.

I smile at Samantha my hand cups her tear stained cheek, then slowly slides down the curve of her neck.

“If you mean what you say Samantha that you would do anything for my help in this matter I think something can be arranged so you keep your position and these photographs will not become public knowledge.”

I pause watching the hope shine in her innocent young eyes and savor the moment. I lean forward and my lips brush Samantha’s in a soft kiss, then I lean back and smile at her.

“Samantha remove you clothing, I wish to see you I the flesh my dear”

The shock the disbelief in her eyes was priceless, she stood mute there unable to truly comprehend what was going on.

“Be for you refuse in your righteous indignation if these photographs became public no decent family would employ you. Think well before answering my dear.”
 
Samantha

She did blink several time realizing he was indeed serious. Could he be thinking he needed to see her in the flesh to know that was not truly her body? but it looked like her but he said he would help.All thies thoughts ran though her mind. What was she to do? She opened her mouth the speak but nothing came out , she looked at him then realized he just kissed her?

She swallowed hard and stepped back. From the look on his face he was serious and she knew it. She was getting deeper and deeper into trouble here and she knewthat alsowhat choice did she have ? None , slowly she looked to him her eyes down cast as she stared moving shaky fingers to her blouse opening one button at a time slowly until the blouse hung open her under garments crisp and white almost glowing against her olive skin, as she removed her blouse closing her eyes and untying the lacing to her skirt feeling it pool at her feet as she stood there. Now revealed to him only in her undergarments, he saw her flesh she prayed this was enough. This was degrading enough.

"Lord Cushing , I have done what you asked. may I have the pictures back please so I can go to my room. this has been a horrid day i wish to retire for the evening ? "

Her hand out waiting as she looked to the floor in shame in only her under wear and stocking and shoes
 
I left her chin and my eyes are cool showing no emotion, and then cup her soft cheek my thumb massaging her cheek.

“Samantha I have told you once to always look me in the eyes, and I do not like repeating myself my dear.”

My hand slides down Samantha’s delicate neck, I slip the strap from her smooth ivory shoulder. Then I slip the other strap of her chemise from her other shoulder.

“Samantha I told you to remove your clothes,……………………….All of your clothes.”

I watched the agony in her innocent eyes, yet my voice and eyes left not doubt in her mind of what WAS REQUIRED OF HER.
 
Sam

She shivered feeling the straps fall down on her shoulder.She nodded remebering him telling her to look to him when speaking and now the tone of his voice she would do as he said. she let the garment slip from her body and slowly peeled away the rest of her underwear the white cotton panties .The stokings and garters where next she bent and rolled each stocking slowly dpown her leg gone now even the shoes. she stood fully nude before him not even trying to cover herself knowing he wanted to see her.

" may i have the photos now sir?"

Her gaze lifted trying not to show any emotion but her jitters shown thought feeling her hair tumbeling across her breast now falling freely from the pin
 
Samantha slowly nods her head in understanding and lifts her face as instructed. I am very pleased as her shift fall reveling her firm breast oh I had seen them that 1st night but know with Samantha fully aware of all around her the deep crimson blush that has her supple glowing pink is so delightful the way her hands move as she removes her cotton panties the lush dark copper fleece that covers her “Venus Mound”. There is a natural sensuality to this innocent virgin that has the ability to drive men wild and it is all the more exciting because she is not even aware of it.
Samantha stands there in her virginal naked glory The site of this delectable beauty has my own cock rising in anticipation of sampling her many charms. Yet more interesting at this moment is that she makes no effort to cover herself in any manner.

" may i have the photos now sir?"

Though Samantha tries to hid her emotions I see her humiliation yet there is something more a spark of forbidden desire that flashes only for a moment in her young eyes. Her silken hair has come undone on side of her austere bun, its dark red ends, caressing her breast as she quivers under my gaze.

I do no answer her but slowly walk around the young girl, admiring her un touched her beauty. Standing behind Samantha, I pull the pin from her bun and watch the rest of her auburn hair cascade down around her shoulders. My fingers toy with its silken perfection, I draw it aside to kiss the nape of Samantha’s neck, then I nibble her earlobe. My hands slipping to her shoulders I draw her body back on mine, then my hands slowly slip down her soft arms to encircle Samantha’s trim waist.


“ Samantha I think I shall keep the photographs in a safe place. unless there is some special little favor you would be willing to do for me.”

My cock pressed tightly to her smooth, firm, rounded, derrière.
 
Samantha

She swallow hard when he silence echoed in thought out the entire room. She had done what he asked of her. her hand still out stretch for the pictures. I shiver as i felt your hands in my hair the rest of it falling against my bared flesh, only to feel your hands slide down against my skin and slip a hand around my exposed waist then remark

“Samantha I think I shall keep the photographs in a safe place. Unless there is some special little favor you would be willing to do for me.”

Her eyes facing forward her head still raised she spoke out loud her body trembling feeling this arousal pressing against her backside her voice did squeak some.

"Lord Cushing I have done what you asked, I know you are a man of your word, now Please may I have the photos myself now:; her hand still outstretched she saw he was not going to budge.

"Lord Cushing what favor is it you wish of me do to for you? I told you before my word is my bond tell me and maybe we could word out some sort of arrangement?"
 
"Lord Cushing I have done what you asked, I know you are a man of your word, now Please may I have the photos myself now”………………………………. "Lord Cushing what favor is it you wish of me do to for you? I told you before my word is my bond tell me and maybe we could word out some sort of arrangement?"

There is a nervous tremor in Samantha’s voice, which reveals that she knows she is in no position to refuse anything I ask of her. My hands slide across the flat plain of her abdomen to cup her breasts. I take my time massaging them before I star to tease her pert little nipples rolling them between my some and fore finger. My arousal becoming more prominent as it rubs seductively against Samantha’s derrière.

“My dear Samantha you will serve my sexual desires for the next year, you will perform any sexual act that I desire. I of course will pay you for your duties as Willy’s governess, and for this little favor I will give you a household allowance. At the end of that year the Photographs will be yours and you may leave if that is your desire.”

I pause to let the trapped virgin ponder my terms, as I gently tug on her pebble hard nipples.
 
Samantha

She couldn't have heard him right, that was impossible he didn't just made a deal with her to be his sex slave basically did he? She froze feeling his hands working her breasts to stiff peaks. Her whole body tingled at his actions. And even that scared her.

"But Lord Cushing, I mean no disrespect what so ever but your so much older then I. More experienced, I am still but a virginal young women. I don't know about that kind of thing yet. I was to save myself for my marriage bed for my husband. I would not be found pleasing to you I am certain of this. Why would you wish me of all people?"

She keep her eyes facing forward her head held high as he told her, even though she was turning three shades of red by the moment. She stared to felling her whole body tingling from the sensation he was awaking in her yet the fear and humiliation was well in the lead of any unknown pleasures that she ever might feel. His harden length pressed firmly against the crack of her buttox she stiffened afraid of what he would do to her next.
 
Though her mind must be reeling at the outrageous proposal Samantha’s nipples responding to my manipulations of them quite nicely, and her body unconsciously leaned back against mine.

"But Lord Cushing, I mean no disrespect what so ever but your so much older then I. More experienced, I am still but a virginal young women. I don't know about that kind of thing yet. I was to save myself for my marriage bed for my husband. I would not be found pleasing to you I am certain of this. Why would you wish me of all people?"

Despite herself Samantha’s voice was as soft husky whisper. She held her head high as she pleaded with me. her blush now turning scarlet. I kissed the nape of her neck.

“My dear Samantha it is just that innocents that I treasure……..”

A soft kiss and naughty tonguing where her neck meets her shoulder.

“ You are unspoiled so I can mold you to meet all my needs…..”

I kiss her soft shoulder.

“What chance have you of a match if these pictures became public.”

I kiss her other shoulder.

“It is only for a year if at that time you wish to leave my dear.”

I nibble her earlobe.

“You may even enjoy it Samantha.”

The poor virgins nipples where now hard as diamonds, and I gave them a teasing little tug.
 
Samantha

He was right, damn it he was right, she would never have ant chance of any decent man ever wishing to wed her if this ever got out. She knew the scandal of it all, she felt a tear roll down her cheek the realized she was leaning now against him. even she heard the sharp intake of breath from him grabbing at her nipple and pulling. Why was her body acting so to this? he said she might even like it was he at all right, could she?

"You have my word Lord Cushing but please, please be patient with me? I am very in experienced But at the end of one year I get the pictures back in my possession and all copies correct?"

She was in no position to bargain but at this point what else did she have to lose. She nodded again in her agreement then stood tall and turned back to face him. Her eyes forward
a bold rather determine look on her face as she spoke once more.

"May this business arrangement start tomorrow Sir? I wish to have at least this night to compose myself?"
 
Oh yes her body was more than willing if not her mind yet, At my gentle tug on Samantha’s nipples she gasped and her firm rounded heart shaped ass rubbed against my raging lust for her.

"You have my word Lord Cushing but please, please be patient with me? I am very in experienced But at the end of one year I get the pictures back in my possession and all copies correct?"

There was a note of defeat and resignation in the young virgin’s voice as she came to the realization that she had in reality no choice but to submit. The she turned her head held high a look of determination in her eyes.

"May this business arrangement start tomorrow Sir? I wish to have at least this night to compose myself?"

My arms go around Samantha’s trim little waist and I crush her supple body to mine, my erection pressing into her firm thigh and belly.

“My dear Samantha I will keep my word at the end of a year they are yours.”

I pause as I gaze into her eyes, and slowly smile.

“But as for your leaving now I am afraid that will not be possible, as the sight and feel of you has my in need of release. Now will be your first lesson, kneel and take my penis out of my trousers. And remember my girl I do not like repeating myself”
 
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