As the plane dipped and began its descent to the airfield in Grandville, Ella crossed herself and prayed for some guidance. She had to help Mrs. Cassidy to get rid of Frank! None of the Cassidys had known about the aging valet's growing eccentricities, but the household staff had been fully aware that Frank was no longer the willing, silent servant he had been for all those years. Not all of them knew that he had been called up to Mrs. Cassidy's room to assist her in her terrible need when she was consumed by the fiery lusts of the sex drug, but Ella knew, and she could see the ravages the experience was making upon Frank as the days had passed before his retirement.
Ella trembled for Mrs. Cassidy now as the plane glided to a halt. Frank could be nasty when he wanted to be, she recalled, and she hoped that her mistress wasn't in any kind of physical danger. She remembered what Frank had said to her once, shortly after they had moved to Washington after the Senator's election.
'Come into my room tonight and I'll give you a taste of something good!'
'Don't be silly, Frank,' she replied huffily.
'I've got the same thing between my legs that Erick Cassidy has!' he'd declared, and for the first time Ella had known that the staff knew of her crush on young Mr. Erick. They all knew that she could not resist when he touched her with his hot, impudent hands!
Ella had never known Frank to speak this way to anyone, and when she appeared shocked and backed away from him, he'd chuckled lewdly, and added, 'And you've got the same thing down there that Mrs. Cassidy has.
She asked me to do it, you know… she wanted it… and I gave it to her!'
Ella had gotten away from him as quickly as possible, but now she knew that Mrs. Cassidy was not so lucky. He Cassidy's old valet had come back to haunt her!
The plane came to a complete halt, and Sylvie smiled as her husband finally looked up from his papers.
'Feeling any better, my love?' he inquired.
'Yes, it will be good to be away from town for the weekend!' she replied. Tim's hand reached out for hers and he clasped it gently.
'Yes… it's a working vacation for me, but I want you to get some rest!'
Arlene stood on the airfield, flanked by the two brothers, Ron and Erick. She felt proud to be standing between them, and watched carefully for the small plane as it taxied to a stop near them. They were at the portion of the airport designated for private planes, and it had been Ron's idea for them all to meet the arriving couple. Ron had also insisted upon Erick's presence in Grandville that weekend, since he wanted to brief the young lawyer on the state of affairs. He wanted Erick to be ready to leave on a moment's notice to champion their cause and represent the family in Tim's behalf. Ron knew the kind of things he could trust his devil-may-care brother with, and he was careful not to entrust anything too sensitive to him.
Nevertheless, Erick was a Cassidy, no matter how spoiled and how much of a playboy, and he was valuable to the working of the entire team Ron was hoping that as the youngest brother of the clan aged, he would become wiser and less impulsive. So far, this desired transformation had not taken place.
'Here they come!' Erick cried. He had casually put one arm around Arlene's waist, and his fingers moved appreciatively around over the indentation between her hips and her breasts. He waved with his other hand as he caught sight of Sylvie and Tim getting off the plane, and whistled softly to himself as Sylvie's short dress blew up, momentarily exposing her long slender legs and smooth thighs.
Ron gave him a sharp look, and Erick remembered that he would be forever ostracized from the family if he so much as whispered a lewd word to Sylvie again. His fond memories of their little affair had not faded yet, however, but he was content to let his attentions roam elsewhere for the time being. There was one thing his oldest brother could never take away from him, and that was the fact that he had known his wife, Sylvie Cassidy's, passionate embraces, had heard her screaming under his hard cock and Bering him to fuck her harder!
Neither one of his older brothers could do anything about the fact that that had happened, no matter what happened in the future!
He was thinking about how satisfying it would be to be able to say the same thing of his brother's girl, Arlene. But he knew that Arlene was a different sort. Unlike Sylvie, who was easily flustered, Arlene was hard and smart, and it would take a lot of thinking and scheming to get her into the sack with him!
'I guess that's going to be my nookie for tonight!' he said to himself as he watched Sylvie's maid descending the ramp of the small jet. He wasn't really complaining, for it had been some time since he'd seen the pretty little Irish maid. He couldn't really deny that she was quite a little number, and he liked the way she always tried to fight him off, as though she didn't know that she was going to give in at the last.
The part was still fun, and he could already feel himself getting a hard-on at the thought of her sleek black- haired little pussy, squeezing him together between those trim little thighs.
Arlene moved away from him and she and Ron ran up to greet Tim and Sylvie. Erick nonchalantly tweaked Ella's right nipple so that no one could see and whispered to her, 'See you tonight, sweetheart! Hope your little cunt s ready!'
Ella hurried away from him toward the waiting limousine, climbing into the last one. She was the only member of the servant staff from the Washington house who made the short trip to Grandville with the family.
There was still a permanent staff at the Family Meeting Place, including a new valet-butler who had taken Frank's place some time ago.
Ella's face was flushed beet-red from the words that young Mr. Erick had whispered to her, and she felt her sore nipple where he had harshly squeezed it. She felt like crying at the thought that he was expecting to see her that night. Somehow she must refuse him… she had to save what little there was left of her self-respect! Johnny was still in Vietnam, although she had expected him back for good; he had come home honorably discharged a year before and after a brief stay at home had re-enlisted, since more men were needed for the continuing war. Ella had hoped they would be married. She had thought that by now she would have babies, and no longer have to work for the Cassidys. But it was not to be. Sometimes she got letters from him, but then there were times… months… when she would hear nothing, and she would fear him either dead, or entranced with some local Vietnamese girl, and she did not know which was worse.
The limousine started up, and Ella, alone in hers, listened as the chauffeur began to tell her how pretty she was. She smiled and paid no attention, lost in her thoughts about the disappointing course of her life. The worst disappointment had come, oddly enough, during her fiancee's time at home. She had taken a leave from the Cassidys and had gone back to her parent's house, where she could see Johnny every day.
But the memories of their old kisses and of that night when he had taken her virginity on the sofa had been hard to revive, and it was all because of Erick Cassidy. Ella felt guilty that she had been so unfaithful, that her body had betrayed her, letting her fall prey to her young employer's lustful intentions. As Mr. Erick had so often explained to her, although theoretically she worked for Mrs. Cassidy, it was the Cassidy Corporation that hired her, of which Erick was a vice-president and major stockholder.
But Ella knew that his vague threats were not the cause of her giving into him. There was something terrible inside of her, just as her mother had often suggested, and as the priests in church had said. The nuns in school had made it clear that she must constantly maintain a vigilance against me devils within… and Ella had only given in with Johnny the night before he left for his first assignment in Vietnam!
That one time had given her little pleasure, and a great deal of worry afterward that she might be pregnant. She wasn't, though, and this first escape from a premature motherhood had been a sign to Ella that perhaps her sin had not been too great after all.
Timidly at first, Ella had let her recently returned fiancee touch her again, take her with him in his brother's car down by the river, where he'd parked and lifted her skirt, pulling down her brief little panties so they clung around her ankles. Then he'd mounted her, and thrust his desire-hardened cock up between her tender thighs, forcing them open and worming his way up into the moist warm split of her soft pussy.
Four or five times he'd thrust into her, hardly more than that first time when she had been a virgin, and then she'd felt the surging wetness of his cum spurting out deep within as he stiffened and twitched over her tensed young body and cried into her ear, 'Oh honey, oh baby, oh honey, oh! Oh!'
Ella remembered it all now as the big black limousine sped toward the outskirts of town and the big rambling house that the Cassidys owned.
She remembered how she'd cried afterward, and how Johnny had thought she was crying for her lost virtue when in reality she was crying out of frustration. How could it feel so good with Mr. Erick, whom she hated, and so awful with Johnny, whom she loved? It was puzzling, to say the least, and Ella hated to admit even to herself that
