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As Melissa Johnston waited for the car to take her to the Law Estate where she’d teach young Charles law to eat pussy, she thought of the history of the Law family.

It started with Arthur Law. No one knew why, but young Arthur Law was built differently than other males. In the late 19th century, no one knew anything about genetics or DNA. All anyone knew is that Arthur’s father and grandfather did not have what Arthur had, but from Arthur forward all the Law men including John, whom Melissa had just finished fucking and blowing, as did his grandson, Henry.

When he was eighteen, a fifty-year-old maid saw his Lordship Henry Law exiting the bath. It was an accident, but she could not believe her eyes. Hanging between his legs was something closer to the horses in the family stable than to any man she’d known or heard about.

After that, the maid, Anne, made it her business to spy on young Henry. First, she wanted to see if what she saw, she really saw. Secondly, it was not uncommon for male members of the aristocracy to take the female members of their household: maids, cooks, etc. Anne, herself had been taken more than once. She thought it was only right that in return she seduce Henry.

For a month, whether in the bathroom or preparing for bed, Anne watched and watched in awe Henry’s very impressive manhood. She also watched as he masturbated. Sometimes while laying on top of his bed; other times beneath the covers, but she knew what was going on.

She’d been thinking about it for a while. One night, she peeked into his room when he should have been asleep. He wasn’t. There was movement under the sheets. Anne joined him. “Here, let me, Master Henry.”

She replaced his hand, and what she felt was everything her eyes had been telling her. “Master Henry, I’ve always thought of you as a boy, but you are all man.” She stroked him and explored his manliness; sliding her hand up from his over-sized ball sack to his now exposed cockhead.

In the dark, under the sheets she couldn’t see him spurt, but could feel him throbbing. There must have been three, maybe four huge blasts. Anne heard him grunting and groaning. “Master, I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did. If you’d like, I’ll come back tomorrow night.”

He nodded.

The following evening, shortly after dark, “I’m tired. I think I’ll go to bed early.” He briefly made eye contact with Anne who was clearing the table.

A half hour later, in the dark, she came to his room. Henry was already playing with his cock in anticipation. Quietly, she slipped off her dress. Just wearing her undergarments, Anne joined him. “I’m glad you wanted me to do you again, but I have more to offer than just my hand.”

Anne Winthrop had been thinking about it since last night. She’d married Stephen Winthrop when she was just nineteen. He was ten years older. When he introduced her to the oral pleasures, although he was her husband, she resisted.

She was embarrassed by the smell of her cunny. Or so she thought it smelled. And she was repelled by the thought of putting his manhood in her mouth. Throughout their marriage, two or three times a year, reluctantly, very reluctantly, she pleased him with her mouth.

It is best to describe her effort as anxious to get it over with. As soon as possible and as quickly as possible she turned away and let his cream dribble out of her mouth.

Just by repetition she performed better and better for her husband. Her husband did not have what Henry Law had. She’d never actually seen another one, but instinctively she knew that the manhood dangling between her young employer’s legs was unusual.

Stephen was the only man in her life, and when he died, she found work

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