“You don’t want to know,” I explained. “What on earth happened?” Lucy asked. Mother pleaded with me for help so I lent them my house in Bloomington Square into which Bertrams wife and three children managed to cram themselves while I stayed at an Hotel or my club
It was in the early 1930s that friction came into our relationship, My young lady at the time Mary Godolfin needed somewhere to live so could get married yet Mother and Bertram’s wife and children clung to my house in Bloomington Square like limpets
“They live rent free while we squeeze in here like sardines in a can,” Mary railed in frustration, “Why can’t they find their own place.”
“No money, where should they go, the workhouse.” I replied. She lifted her skirts and pushed down her underpants, “Do me if you ned relief.”
“Relief, I need a stiff drink,” I said, and then I realised Dana had clearly recently shaved down stairs, her pussy lips were absolutely bare and pristine, and moist. Lord Ansolenton sent the Corset around next day, mother protested, so we waited until she went to bed and the girls pounced and had her nightdress off and had her laced into the corset with stockings on. Mother promptly fell off the chaise longue, the hearth brush handle broke off inside her and the Valet’s
