The observations of a mature English Lady by her Lackey, Andrew

I’m sure Lady Sonia does it on purpose, she knows I go to the kitchen at 1pm for my lunch and have to pass the door of her office. Does she do it on purpose? She could completely close the door instead of leaving it ajar.

It must amuse her to think that I have seen her again in some sexy pose or maybe she is so far gone in a sexy fantasy that she doesn’t even notice me. Sometimes it’s very hard to remain professional and aloof when all I want to do is grab her by the hips and ram my hard cock into her wet pussy.

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And this is another one. Ouch!

Lady Sonia seems to have a thing about torturing cocks, I’d like her to play with mine but how far would you go for just a touch of her hand.

Poor man I hope he got something out of it in the end and not just sore balls.

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I don’t want you to think that I’m a snoop but whilst emptying the bin in Lady Sonia’s office I found a few discarded photographs.

This one definately isn’t her husband Charles, I don’t think his cock is that big otherwise he’d be able to satisfy his woman and he obviously doesn’t or Lady Sonia is just insatiable.

I was clearing out the attic when I heard a whining noise coming from the room below, thinking that one of the dogs had managed to get himself shut in one of the guest bedrooms I went down to investigate. As I got closer to the sound I realised it couldn’t be a dog but what was that noise. Then I heard the slap, this could only mean that Lady Sonia was up to her tricks while Charles her husband was away.

Some poor guy was getting his arse and balls whipped, glad I wasn’t in that position.

As soon as it was lunchtime I went up to my room. My cock was straining to get out of my trousers at the thought of Lady Sonia in that negligee.

I’d like to see her caged so I could do whatever I liked to her, she’d be begging me to touch her just to get out of there, I’d push my cock through the bars and make her suck it and only let her out of there when she promised to fuck me. I could make her push her arse up against the bars so i could lick her tight pink rose and make her squirm.

I caught a glimpse of Lady Sonia in her sheer black negligee that her husband Charles had bought her for Christmas and I couldn’t get the image of that flimsy material encasing her perfect body out of my mind. All morning the picture of her lovely breasts plagued me, when I stopped for lunch a wank was definately going to happen.

I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist touching that stocking clad leg, it must feels so silky in his hand. Is that tie pulled up tight against Lady Sonia’s clit, is she starting to get horny with that mans hot breath stroking her ass.

When is he going to get his tongue out and start exploring?

Licking Arse

Lady Sonia had stockings and suspenders on, her legs looked luscious if i were that man on the floor I would be running my hands up and down them. She pulled the tie between her legs and dragged the man ever closer to her ass cheeks.

She started to walk around the room and the man had to crawl around after her with his face pulled up close to he wonderful ass.

Naughty Boy

The naughty boy had only a tie round his neck and Lady Sonia was making full use of it. She was dragging him around the floor with the tie, holding him down with a stilletoe digging into his skin and then pulling on the tie to stretch him out. He wasn’t trying to escape though.

I could see a crop in the room too, was he going to get a whipping?

Naughty Boy

I don’t know what he’d done or who he was but Lady Sonia seemed to be punishing him for something. The things she does when her husband is away. I wonder if he knows, if he allows it or maybe he likes to hear about her escapades on his return.

Lady Sonia had some cheap looking gold shoes with high stilletoe heels on and she was standing on the poor fellows hand perhaps he had a fetish for heels or cheap shoes. She had the poor chap stark bollock naked sitting on the cold wooden floor, she of course was dressed.

Killer Heels