I would wait to hear my Mum leave for work and then go and have anice shower.Being only 13 or so and slim I didn't have much body hair but I didhave a... little round my prick, which I used to trim into a nice triangle.Then I would go back to my bedroom and lay out the clothes I would wearon my bed. I would spray some deodorant on and then began the delicioustask of dressing. As I did I would dream that I was a regular girlgetting ready to go out as she did every day.I would clip my suspender belt. I wanted at that moment to wipe that sadness away. Here was something that I had not believed could be true. An aristocrat who treats someone like me with courtesy. He helped me with taking the measurements as being taller than I could easily reach up with the yardstick to the top of the window. I wrote down the measurement he called in my notebook. He escorted me to the drawing room where my father waited. Another footman stood ready to serve tea. "Mr. Smith. I thank you for your prompt. Moaning in mind-numbing pleasure, I futilely tried to push you back, to hold off until you were inside of me. Relentlessly you continued your sweet torture of my body, until I was screaming and whimpering, lost in rapture. Shaking with passion I exploded against your mouth, relying completely on you to keep me standing as my world shattered and remade itself, with you at its centre. Panting for breath, I was still barely coherent when you gracefully stood up and effortlessly lifted me onto the. We sewed up you leg after we drew out a jagged piece of metal and put a few stitches in your forehead. There." she said touching my head."I'd like to get up," I said."What's stopping you?" she asked."Modesty," I said, and we both laughed. She called a servant who produced my clothes, cleaner than they had been in some time, with the rents in my shirt and britches neatly mended. I dressed, went downstairs carefully, feeling a bit woozy and sat on the front porch, the verandah if you will. I.