They cleaned him up and the man praised my splinting of his leg."What were they doing here?" I asked the man while the woman fixed us some victuals."W...ell," he said, "we're loyal, what I guess you call Tories," he say quietly."Where are the others?" the woman asked."Gone," I said. "Dead." All of them?" she asked.I nodded and she sniffed.A girl came in from the back, probably from the barn since she had a pail of milk in her hand. She was full grown and well-fed, almost busting out of her shirt. Please, Sir, don’t hesitate. Thank you, Sir, for teaching me the right way.” “Well, Ms. Susan, I certainly don’t think of you as an amateur. I just don’t want to harm you.” “Sir, you don’t ever harm me. You are taking such good care of me, thank you, Sir,” she turned her lovely bottoms towards me and spread her ample cheeks to expose her nicely lubricated back door. Without further ado, I slowly twisted the thick, long tube up her hole, which greedily received it. After a couple of inches. All would be lost, quite literally. I argue that saving the estate was my ultimate duty. I convinced myself that, if Lord Malcom ever experienced a moment of sobriety ... he would agree with me.My first project was easy. That very day I instructed Nigel that Her Ladyship wished to explore the roads through the forest, and that it was time for him to resume his duties as footman. To avoid the complication of a driver, I simply promoted him. To his credit, he was still consumed with guilt. Her skin was so smooth! “Ass is a little skinny” he said. Tyrone was struggling to find any faults with this perfect white teen body but he needed to say something. He didn’t want her getting uppity!Marci was hurt! She thought that she had a sexy ass. The white boys in school seemed to think so. OK, maybe she didn’t have a Black girl ass, but she thought that her ass was nice for a white girl. His hand moved on to her C cup tits. He started fondling and squeezing them. Marci moaned.“These tits.