I wasn't really nervous to answer the question, as my mother raise me to by honest. "Yes, miss I am. I think you are very beautiful." She sighs and th...en motions for me to sit down"Thank you for that compliment. That was really nice, but you know Mike. As your teacher it doesn't sit well with me to know that I distract you from paying attention in class." She didn't sound too disappointed in me to by honest. If anything she sounded a little bit excited."I understand miss, but it's not really. One was recorded as Footman, one as Cook and the other five, all female were recorded as housemaids. There were no surprises there. The census required a brief notation of the employment of each person listed. Sir Danbury had written 'Land-owner'. It wouldn't mean much nowadays but then land-owners were considered wealthy and owning land even with an Estate Manager would take up much of the land-owners time. I moved on to the 1901 census. The head of the house was Sir Dashwood Chandler, Danbury. Follow me and I'll show you to her." I followed him down the hall, past what seemed like 50 rooms, then down a spiral staircase into what was probably the basement. I could tell he had outfitted most of it as a dungeon, even down to the dark rock walls and flaming torches. We moved down a hall, around a corner and he opened the door to a room. The first thing that caught my eye was her tits. Leather straps had been fashioned into slip knots, then fit around the base of her breasts. The. Steve arrived and came into the backyard to join us. Steve and Bryan talked. They talked about me but not to me. I just laid there in a lounge chair. They sat in chairs a few feet away. My pussy was dripping with excitement from being exposed in this yard and having these two men discuss me as if I was not there. My head was spinning. It seemed like I was out of my body floating in the air. I have learned to love this feeling. I heard Bryan speak but did not make out his full sentences. I heard.