" A tear fell on my chest.You leaned forward and in a single action pulled my panties down to myknees."Does a man have no hair on his crotch or legs?..." you asked. (All my hairfrom my waist down of course was shaved by me regularly at her command.)I silently shook my head back and forth, trying to hold back my tears ofshame. However, my cock remained fully erect and was twitching in myexcitement. How much I needed her to do this to me; how good it felt."And does a man"--Mistress' voice. All of her plans were abruptly changed by the death of the Viscount and his wife in a motoring accident in January 1938. Entertaining was severely curtailed and few guests came to Belvedere Hall. The Earl was utterly devastated by this tragedy which left him with a great nephew as his nearest relative.The twenty-two year old Priscilla came upon the septuagenarian Earl in his study at six o'clock one morning when she came in to light the fire there. Not even she could tell you what was in her. She was also charming with a good sense of humor. I always enjoyed talking to her and I got the feeling that she was enjoying to be with me. In fact she used to visit me in the office on a very regular basis. She would call me at least once a day. I, at once knew that she was looking for some good fun..Once when Divya came to the office, I called her over to my desk to show her some papers. She came very close to me, touching me with her boobs. This really excited me. I got up from my chair and. The next morning I awoke in a very good mood, well refreshed, energetic and raring to go. It didn't hurt that I woke up holding a couple of lovely breasts while their mates lay nestled against my chest, various sundry hairs tickling my nose. I just had to proceed to tickle the two women responsible awake, which no doubt alerted the whole household. Aside from her strange bedroom furnishings, Allison also had an extra-large shower, which we all appreciated. I especially appreciated the.