That was most unfair,' I said, coming up to the table. 'You very nearly gave the game away.'
'I am sorry,' said Cecily contritely. Then she whipped up my skirt from the front and her sister pushed me rudely forward. My prick slapped down on the table, landing on the edge of a plate. Before I had the time to whisk it away under cover again, Gwendolen trapped it with her hand.
'What an interesting object to see served up to one,' she said to Lady M-. 'What a pity that we cannot have one each.'
'We shall have to sample it in turns,' said her hostess. I tried to pull myself free.
'Lady M-' I said desperately, 'I have an urgent communication from Mr. Holmes.'
'Of course,' she said, 'I had quite forgotten. There is another prick downstairs. As soon as we have bidden Mr. Pride goodnight, we can bring him up from below.'
'Lady M-' I said. 'Mr. Holmes suspects that your visitor is in league with the blackmailer. Has he attempted to pass on any message from the scoundrel?'
'Yes,' said Lady M-, 'but there is no time to explain further. He will be coming back in a minute. Let him go,' she continued to Gwendolen and Cecily. 'We can resume our entertainment in a little while.' I was released. Mr. Pego, who in spite of my confusion had shown every sign of wanting to come out and take part in the engagement, was hidden once more from sight. Esther took over the task of bringing coffee and I made my escape once more below stairs.
A muffled thudding was coming from the cupboard where the two maids were imprisoned. Then I heard the sound of a struggle. I dashed into the laundry fearing the worst. Holmes was helpless on his back in a large wickerwork basket, trying to get up again. However Megan had him pinned down, her legs on each side of his waist and was fairly bouncing up and down on him.
'Get this woman off me!' he cried out as he saw me. 'I have an injured back.'
I stooped forward to pull her off but she instantly reached under my dress and once more Mr. Pego was hauled out into full view.
'What a sorry looking fellow,' she said, 'I must lick it into shape.'
I realised that she was thoroughly enthroned on Holmes and thus securely seated, she proceeded to bend forward and take me in her mouth. With the expertise of her profession, she all but swallowed my member while her tongue cradled its underside. Clasping me tightly round the backs of my thighs, she began to suck and lap me into such a state of excitement that I became quite incapable of any further resistance.
Soon, as she lifted herself up and down on the still protesting Holmes, I began to respond, thrusting in and out of her eager mouth. Yet, ever mindful of my errand, I attempted at the same time to inform Holmes of what Lady M-had said concerning her visitor. 'I knew he was a wrong 'un,' he said, beginning in spite of himself to enter into the spirit of the occasion. His eyes closed and he frowned with concentration even as he started to pant with his efforts.
'One of us must follow him when he leaves,' he gasped.
'I think,' I panted, 'that it had better be you. I have to attend to the two young ladies upstairs.'
'Who are they?' he asked breathlessly.
'It's a long story but I know them both,' I said. Then I felt the first stirrings from my swollen balls as the beginnings of my cum began to spurt along my cock. Megan sucked hungrily at me and I began to discharge myself into her warm, wet mouth. Thirstily she swallowed my copious bounty while still levering herself up and down on Holmes like one possessed.
'If I ever get out of here and am still able to walk,' he said, 'I shall attempt the task. But first, I'd better get on with my immediate duties, or your Welsh friend will never let me go.'
I realised that in spite of his verbal reluctance he also had been provoked to his coming. Fairly snorting with his efforts, he was matching Megan stroke for stroke. For a man of such cerebral habits he was proving surprisingly athletic, although 'I recalled that he was used to long moorland excursions according to Mrs. P-'s account.
By now I was becoming quite drained with the activities of the day. A last jet of cum trickled rather than gushed down Megan's throat and she began to lick me clean. My prick slipped from her mouth and a final milky dribble fell on Holmes. Luckily he failed to notice its descent as he also was completing his spending. Satisfied at last, Megan ceased her writhing and let him slip free as well.
'That should be sevenpence each,' she said. 'But since we had not come to any agreement beforehand, I shall have to rely on your generosity.'
'Now, Madam, will you please release me,' said Holmes, 'or our quarry will escape.'
Megan lifted herself up. 'All sweaty, I am,' she said, 'I need another wash.'
'Well, you stay down here and clean yourself up,' I said, 'I have to get back to the dining room at once.'
Once more pulling my dress down, I looked about me.
'Your cap is all awry,' she said. 'Here, let me straighten it.'
'Give me a hand with Mr. Holmes, first,' I said. 'He seems to be Stuck in the basket.' Together we took him by the arms and hauled him to his feet. As we let him go, he clutched his back and winced.
'An old campaign injury,' he said. 'South Africa.' For a moment he stood, bent double and then took a deep breath and drew himself up. 'My pipe. It's gone again.' Megan fussed round him like a mother hen, tucking his shirt into his trousers, before retrieving his pipe and other belongings.
'I shall go outside and wait in the street,' he said. 'When you have finished your duties upstairs, you must make your way round to my rooms. If I have not returned, Mrs. Sayers will look after you. Now, I must be gone.' So saying he let himself out into the darkness.
'What are you going to do?' I asked Megan, 'I don't think you should linger. Remember that there are two maids, in all probability still naked, locked in the cupboard. It would never do if they managed to get out and found you here. One at least is implicated in the plot.'
'Don't worry yourself about me,' she said, 'I promise to avoid detection.' There was no point in interrogating her further on her intentions. I would have to trust to her common sense. Then a thought struck me.
'Where are my clothes?' I said, 'I shall have to change back out of this dress before I leave.'
'Oh, you don't want to bother with those raggedy old things,' she said. 'You look very fetching as you are.'
'But where are they?' I insisted.
'In the corner over there. You get upstairs and I'll fish them out and leave them where you can find them later.' Once again I was propelled back into the fray.
At the top of the stairs I stumbled. The fatigue of the day was beginning to affect me. As I entered the dining room, Lady M-looked up.
'Back again so soon, Hetty?' she said.
'I would prefer to be called by my correct name,' I said.
'Not dressed like that,' she said, tweaking provocatively at the hem of my dress. 'Cecily and Gwendolen have been telling me all about your artistic interests. But where is Mr. Holmes? I think it is time he was brought up from below stairs so we can have a council of war and then possibly some entertainment.'
'He has resumed his watch in the street,' I said. 'Your gentleman caller has to be followed when he leaves.'
'That should be in a minute or two,' she said. 'Esther is seeing him out.'
'He brought some message from the blackmailer, I presume,' I said.
'A demand that I hand over a letter signing away much of my fortune. I told him that I would have to see my attorney. The letters of assignment have to be prepared within two days. He will call again to collect them.'
'I am certain that Mr. Holmes will be able to apprehend the principal in this diabolic scheme.'
'Then there is nothing more that we can do for the moment,' she said. 'Cecily has a plan to take our minds off this sorry affair.'
The splendidly full-bosomed Cecily stood up. I realised that the back of her dress was already unbuttoned.
'Since Esther is otherwise engaged for the moment, you must play the part of ladies' maid. There are a couple of fastenings that I cannot easily reach.' She presented her back to me. Already her creamy shoulders and back were partly exposed. Fumbling slightly, I undid the remaining restraints on her freedom. Under instruction, I pushed her dress and chemise off her shoulders. Her splendidly lush titties sprang into view.
'Your hands,' she said. Obediently I reached round her from behind. She took my hands and placed them
