Her pale blue eyes, fair complexion, golden red hair, and winning smile got her out of endless scrapes and usually shifted the blame to her unfortunat...e companions.When she left school she contrived to get herself appointed as under scullery maid at Belvedere Hall, which had been the stately home of the Earls of Belvedere for some three hundred years. At that time the Earl was fifty-one years older than his new most junior employee, and she had never even seen him. His only son, the Viscount. She just needed someone to be that role for her for once, so that she could be the one receiving support and comfort, and being taken care of.Bzzt! Sarah’s phone vibrated.Sarah thought, Can it be? Is it Liz?Blinking away her tears quickly, she grabbed her phone and unlocked it again. No, of course it wasn’t Liz. It was just some work email notification. Ugh! No one at work cared about her, not unless there was some fire that needed to be put out, or some egos that needed to be assuaged. At. We laughed about it, and he told me that if I wore the right clothes, and maybe a little makeup, I could probably pass for a girl…and that thinking about it was making him hard. That seemed weird to me…and yet I was somehow intrigued, deep down. He kept looking at me for a reaction, but I just stared straight ahead, with my mind reeling about what might happen. It didn't take long to find out, either. He reached over, and took hold of my hand and slowly guided it toward his crotch. I felt like. Hortense lifted one one of her legs."You may take my shoes off and fit my boots for me; the ladies are anxious to see how much you've progressed. You shall have a real treat here today, before embarking on a new adventure." The women giggled knowingly at Fenton's look of bewilderment. Hortense gave a running commentary as Fenton, his eager cock erect and on full show to his audience, willingly removed the spiky stilettos and lovingly eased the equally spiky boots onto the superb woman's elegant.