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 An Elizabethan Adventure By Sirdar

   It was a miserable morning in December 2005, my marriage was in tatters
and I was stony broke, hungry and with only a few miserable personal
possessions to my name.  Those, I had left in a small suit case, which I
had left at the local Salvation Army where I had spent the previous night.

   Someone had told my wife that I was having an affair with my bosses
daughter.  She also told my boss, with the result that I was homeless,
penniless and out of work.  My ex mistress had also disowned me as well..

   It was in this state of misery, that I entered the local art gallery, at
first just walking round to kill time and get out of the miserable morning
drizzle which matched my depressed mood.  Suddenly, my eye was caught by a
coaching scene on the far wall.  I felt myself inexorably being drawn
towards it, as though an unseen force was compelling me.  I don't think
that I could have done anything else at the time, so fierce was the
compulsion, that had taken hold of me.  The scene showed a coach outside a
country inn called the Winslow Arms and it showed a beautiful young black
girl in a straw hat and with a thin shawl round her shoulders, carrying a
small bag, leaving the coach and rushing towards a young aristocrat, both
of them with their arms outstretched in greeting.  On a small brass plaque
on the picture frame It said `circa 1598 and the artists name was Andrew
Brough.

   I must have been there for at least five minutes staring at the picture,
entranced and absorbing every minute detail, when I became conscious of a
young very pretty black lady standing by my side.  I looked down at her,
and immediately I looked back again at the girl in the picture "You are so
like that girl." I said impetuously.  She gave a tinkling laugh "And don't
you recognise that you are the young man rushing to greet me" I looked
again and I admit I could see a faint resemblance to myself if we allowed
for the change in the style of clothes and hair style.  "Yes Tony dear, it
is you and me and this scene goes back over 400 years to when you and I
were lovers.  In a previous life.  My name is Jammarree." Then suddenly as
though a switch had been turned on, the name seemed to mean something to
me, but what, I was not immediately sure.  Suddenly she said." Yes darling,
we were lovers in that life and now I want you to come home with me my
darling Anthony, so that we can talk.  It is not far and we have things of
importance to discuss."

   We took a cab and within a few minutes we pulled up outside a very
unpretentious terraced house.  She opened the door with a key that she took
from her handbag.  Once inside she turned and looked at me.  "Anthony dear,
I was both your slave and your lover in a previous life, and I have brought
you here today, because I need you to go back in time to exact vengeance on
the man who did us both terrible wrongs.  In that life you were very rich
and very successful, you were a rake and you inherited the title of Lord
Amesworth, you were arguably the richest man in the country at the time and
you were well known as a serial womaniser.  I was a slave of yours and you
raised me to be your mistress.  Ignoring the hostility of large sections of
society.  It was impossible at that time for you to marry a blackamoor like
me, but I loved you, because you treated me with kindness, and respect and
under your patronage I wanted for nothing.  There was however, a man,
another aristocrat like yourself, who treated us both badly, he murdered my
family and beat me badly to the point of death.  I want you, my darling, to
go back in time to exact revenge for us both."

   All the time she was talking I had been carefully watching the
expressions on her face.  Gradually, I realised that what she was saying
made sense, as my memory gradually moved back in time.  The memory was
vague, but gradually, I remembered, just how much I had loved this
beautiful black lady.  It was then that I broke into her dialogue.  " The
name the Hon Richard Winslow springs to mind" Her face broke into a huge
smile and she leapt on to my lap and started kissing me.  "You are
beginning to remember everything my darling." To say I remembered
everything.  was not true, but the more we talked, the more little flashes
came to the forefront of my mind.  Jammarree had been kissing me furiously
and now she stood up, and dragged me to the adjoining bedroom.

   After a while she said "Darling Anthony, I want us to make love again
before you go back in time, to avenge our common enemy." As she was
speaking she was shedding her clothes, it was then that I saw the terrible
scars on her back.  My memory came flooding back fast.  "Yes I remember now
it was Winslow who did that to you." "Yes darling and he also raped me and
raped and killed my mother and two sisters and I would probably have gone
the same way if you had not come to my aid."

   I knew then, that I wanted this beautiful lady so badly, I sensed also
the feeling was mutual, as I looked at her beautiful black smiling face "
Then I reached across and gently stroked her cheek.  "You are still very
beautiful Jammarree." A single tear floated down over her cheek and she
smiled up at me..  She reached out and stroked my face with her nails, then
pulled me close to her.  Suddenly we were kissing.  Jammarree kissed me
lightly at first, her lips barely touching mine.  She pushed me back on the
bed and she straddled me and the kisses stayed soft but became less
tentative.  I loved how soft her hands were on my bare skin, how light her
touch was.  Her brown hands made a sexy contrast with my white skin.

   Suddenly she stopped and looked down at me, now her face had become
deadly serious.  "Anthony dear you know what you have to do - you have to
destroy Winslow and if you can make him suffer, you will have my eternal
gratitude.  I want him to go to hell, to pay for all the people he
destroyed.  I will try to get you out if things go wrong, but darling I
will also be there in that time with you, now and for always.  If you do
not want to help me get revenge, you can get up and go, but now if we go
ahead and renew our union, you will be committed and in a few minutes you
will wake up in the past.  But then you will be endowed with the extra
equipment and stamina that I can give you, as in your new past life to
succeed you need to be a huge success with the ladies."

   I did not care and I did not really fully take in at the time what she
was saying to me.  I desperately wanted to make love to my Jammarree and I
put my arms up and round to her back, softly massaging lightly, and
caressing those horrible scars and when my hand brushed her buttocks, she
looked up at me intently for a second and resumed her kisses.  Jammarree
closed her eyes when our lips touched.  But she opened them widely again
when she felt my hands cup her breasts.  She looked down as my hands
tenderly fondled her breasts, cupping and squeezing and stroking gently. 
"Au Revoir baby" " Jammarree whispered.  I stared at her breasts as I
caressed them.  They were the colour of light chocolate, the nipples like
buds of hot cocoa.  I gently licked at her nipples.  Jammarree moaned and
arched her back, allowing me easier access, slipping her hand around the
back of my head.  She took some hand lotion from a side table, rubbed it on
her hands, then began to lightly stroke my cock.  It became much harder
right away, quickly extending past her thumb.  My cock was so erect, it
felt as though it was ready to burst.  Slowly, Jammarree put her lips
around the tip of my cock and sucked.  Each time she went down, she went
down a little more, until almost my entire cock was inside her mouth, then
back up slowly and back down.  At first she moved slowly, but speeded up as
her confidence increased and my quiet moans and groans became louder, to
let her know she was still good at this.  Then suddenly she stopped

   "My darling Anthony it is nearly time for you to go" Her vagina muscles
were like a pair of lips pressed together, but she was so wet My cock
slipped up inside her like a whisper.  She wiggled a little bit, but soon I
was deep inside her up to the full length of my cock, then she held on to
me tight as she began moving up and down on me.  Jammarree started with her
hands on my shoulders, but soon I was holding on tight, My face in between
her breasts.  "Au devoir my darling..." She said once again.  She cried
out, as I started to come in a long pumping action, as I gradually came
back to my senses..  I realised that it was not Jammarree riding me, but a
very buxom young serving wench.  I was shooting inside her in long spurts.
"Oh that be wonderful my Lord." she cried.  "Thankee my lord" I was
instantly aware of the foulness of her breath and body odour, and I knew
that I was in another bed, and in another time.  As she rolled off the bed,
I looked down at myself, and I realised that my cock had grown to an
impressive size.  It was bigger than what I remembered in my previous life.
Now I realised what Jmmarree had meant when she had made that cryptic
remark.  "Thank you Dolly" I murmured and I reached out for my purse and
gave the girl half a guinea.  "Oh thankee my Lord, it were a real good
fuck, anytime thee wants me, I be ready for ee My Lord."

   She scurried from the bedroom carrying her empty coal bucket.  I sat up,
and found I was encased in a long cotton night shirt, and that there was a
roaring log fire in the grate.  The room was so different from anything in
my recent memory and I could hear muffled noises in the yard outside the
window.  All this seemed so familiar, and yet I remembered as if in a
dream, my recent encounter with Jammarree, and what my mission in this new
life was.

   It Came to me then that this had been my fathers bedroom, with the two
massive wardrobes, and very thick carpets.  I imagined even now that I
could smell his very masculine odour.  I jumped out of bed, making my way
to the window looking out on to an early morning scene in a frosty farm
yard.  The scene seemed all too familiar, horses being led from the stables
to the fields, and the milkmaids scurrying around with milking pails on
yokes across their shoulders, and others carrying farm implements making
their way to start their days work, wherever that may be on the home farm.

   Their was a timid knock on the door and my valet Hudson slipped into the
room with some hot water which he placed carefully on the washstand .to
shave and wash me.  "Her Ladyship is in the large dining room having
breakfast my Lord.  She has expressed her wish to speak with you as soon as
possible."

   My ship had docked at Bristol the morning before so it was not far to my
ancestral home in Wessex.  I had been eager to get home despite the hazards
of travelling in the dark and had dragged the faithful Hudson along with
me.

   I recalled that I had to wake the house when I arrived.  I recalled the
frosty welcome from my mother the night before.  In truth, I had little
affection for my mother, no, it would be truer to say I had no affection
for my mother at all, as I remembered my childhood.  As children, my sister
Ethel and myself were left to the mercy of a string of Governesses.  My
mother engaged a wet nurse for us as soon as we were born, and we would be
lucky if we saw her at any other time when we were growing up other than
the compulsory church attendance on a Sunday when she made one of her rare
appearances at this our country home.

   It was a requirement that all the family, tenants and estate workers
should attend the local church every Sunday morning..  As the squire, my
father and our family sat at the front of the church where old Rev Richmond
gave his lengthy and very boring sermons.  After my valet Hudson had shaved
and dressed me, I made my way to the dining room.  My mother was sat at the
head of the table, in the place where I should now be sitting as head of
the household.

   "I perceive mother in your usual arrogance, you are sat in the wrong
place now that I am at home.  Protocol now demands that I sit at the head
of the table as well you know." For the first time that I could ever
remember she looked ill at ease.

   "My Lord I shall be moving shortly to the Dower House as is the custom."
I replied " I presume that shortly means in the next few hours my Lady. 
The sooner I see the back of you the better.  I shall as custom decrees
make you an annual allowance, but there is no need whatsoever for us to
have any other contact."

   Her face paled as she sensed my hostility.  "But why such hostility my
Lord.  I am your mother?" "Nay woman, you did nothing more than bring Ethel
and I into the world, you could not be bothered with us then.  I can not be
bothered with thee now.  So be gone from this house as soon as possible."

   I sat at the bottom of the table in the place which my mother should
have been sat.  The fare presented before me to eat was not of the best,
but I ate without comment to keep my hunger under control.  " I hear that
you are a very rich man by all accounts." My mother said quietly/.  "No
doubt it is the proceeds of slavery like that Winslow boy." " No doubt
mother, if that is what you have heard, and care to believe." I responded.
I realised that morning, as I sat looking at her, just how much that I
really hated this woman.  She had produced two children to please my father
and having produced a daughter in my sister Ethel, she was then obliged to
produce a boy as an heir, that my father needed to secure the inheritance.
I am sure that from that time on my father was encouraged to take his
sexual needs elsewhere, both from whores, local willing ladies, or from the
female staff in the house.  This of course, was not at all unusual.  In
these times.

   "Of course mother, if as you suspect the proceeds are from slavery, I
should suppose that my wealth is anathema to you, and you would not wish to
be tarnished by my supporting you with the proceeds." I could see that my
comments had hit home and she was fearful that I would carry out my threat.

   "Not at all my Lord.  I was just making conversation." I recalled that
the stream of governesses that we experienced as children, saw to our
education.  Most of them were quite good, and did their best, but
inevitably they could not, or would not, accept the lack of interest from
my mother, and they came and went in a steady stream.  My sister Ethel and
I, were very much left to our own devices, for much of our young lives, and
as we matured, we became quite sexually active as lovers with each other.

   Being a very old house it was riddled with secret passages and it was
quite easy for Ethel and me to explore and thus lead us to secret corridors
which allowed us to peep into rooms where perhaps the butler, or our
father, were having their way with the female members of staff.  Soon Ethel
and I were fucking regularly, and most nights would see Ethel and myself
tucked up in bed together.  At one stage we were aided by a willing
governess, who much to Ethel's dismay decided to take her place in my bed
one night and give me the benefit of her experience.  Gradually I started
taking advantage of one or two of the household maids as well, who were not
only very willing, but obliged to accede to my request for fear of losing
their jobs without a character..

   One day of course I was discovered in bed with my sister Ethel...  My
father gave me a terrible thrashing and when I recovered from my injuries.
I was sent away to the colonies in disgrace, with a small pittance of an
allowance to cover my expenses.  On arriving in the colony of Zanzibar, I
once again fell in with Winslow.  I knew him as a neighbour, and at that
time we were tolerably friendly.  He introduced me into the slavery trade,
however, I was soon sickened by the unnecessary cruelty and brutality, and
my heart was not in it..  I had however, made a lot of money in a short
time almost by accident..

   One night whilst walking on the waterfront I saw a young Arab being
assaulted by footpads and drawing my sword I waded in and sent his
assailants all packing.  I gave him first aid, but he was not badly
injured. I helped him to his home and family, and after a time we became
good friends.  Mohammad advised me, to venture my ill gained wealth with
him and his father in the spices and silks business, and general
international trading.  Their advice was good, and I became extremely rich
quite quickly.  In time we became business partners and from then on we
really prospered.  Over time we built up a fleet of twenty trading ships as
well as a large number of dhows working for us.

   That morning as I sat facing my mother, I realised that my mother had
delighted in believing the bad stories about me and who was I to disabuse
her.  She was of course absolutely right in part.  I was by custom obliged
to do my duty and support her, but I did not have to like her, or do
anything else for her.

   After breakfast we were interrupted as the cart carrying all my
possessions which had arrived from the docks, together with the four armed
guards that I had hired to protect the gold bullion and jewels that I had
brought from Zanzibar on my ship.  I instructed Ramsden to look after the
men and pay them.  I gave them a generous bonus for such a speedy journey,
I supervised the storage of my valuables into safe storage, within the
house as I then instructed Ramsden the Butler to send the housekeeper, and
the estate manager to me, and to instruct them to bring the books of
account with them.  The butler advised me that Mrs.  Roper was in effect
the estate manager, and she also supervised the accounts of both the
estate, and the house, and that the house staff also worked under her
guidance.

   He said " His Lordship made the changes, some three years ago and it has
worked well." This was indeed an unusual arrangement at the time, in fact
at that time it was virtually unknown for a women to take any responsible
managerial position.  It was just not done.  I said after a little thought
"Very Good but I will still see Mrs.  Roper and later whoever has day to
day running of the estate later.  Tell him to be readily available."

   After breakfast, I made my way to my study, or rather what used to be my
fathers study.  I was surprised to find that it was occupied by a very trim
attractive lady in her early thirties.  She turned and smiled at me, and
curtsied and said.  "Good Morning your Lordship.  I am Emily Roper, and I
have all the books of accounts ready here for your inspection."

   She immediately aroused my interest in every way, she sounded competent,
she looked competent and she also looked very sexy.  A brief scan showed
the books were kept in a neat and tidy manner.  It was very unusual for
ladies to be able to read or write, to do sums or take part in business in
this age.  Such a practice was almost totally unheard of except in
bordello`s or other houses of ill repute...

   "Sit down Mistress Roper." I said standing politely until she was
comfortably seated.  She spoke rather hesitantly.  "I have been acting as
estate manager for your father and also in the ten months since his death I
have been managing the estate affairs. .  Your father made some very good
investments, but you do need to act quickly My Lord, especially regarding
the Winslow estate, and some other overdue accounts.  "Why"?  I asked. 
"Well my Lord your father lent money to Lord Winslow against almost every
asset the Winslows estate owns over the years, to cover his gambling debts,
he has since died and the loans and interest are now all well overdue."

   "That is an easy decision, so foreclose, and take possession immediately
" I said.  She looked slightly shocked at my decision.  "We are also owed
much money on Lord Archers estate., and others also My Lord..  " How much?"
I asked.  "Nearly fifty thousand guineas.  My Lord, almost more than some
of the estates are worth." Thinking quickly, I remembered that his daughter
the very attractive Hon Anne- Marie Archer, was betrothed to Roger Winslow
and immediately the outline of a very devious plan began to form in my
mind.

   "Ah well send and tell Lord Archer him that I shall wait on him shortly
with a view to discussing his indebtedness and I look forward with interest
to his proposals to repay me plus the significant amount of interest that
is daily accruing." For some of the others give them warnings and we will
review them in depth later.  She looked relieved, but rather puzzled at my
leniency to Lord Archer.  At her insistence we then went through a number
of other outstanding smaller debts, and I decided to leave the decisions to
Emily Roper and where possible give others a short time to repay with
threats of foreclosure .  I decided to be tough and get myself well known.

   "How is it my father made so much money.?" I asked her.  " Well My Lord
your father bought two houses of um ill repute in Curzon St in London some
years past, and seeing the possibilities, he added gambling rooms to the
best one.  He encouraged all his cronies to visit, and he became very rich
through the profits of the er brothels and the winnings from the gambling
rooms.  Despite his warnings, many stupid people started to lose quite
heavily and gave notes on their properties to cover their losses, hence he
was able to take their land, houses and other assets as security.  Many
have been sold and others rented back to the original tenants at a
profitable rental"

   Mistress Roper was obviously very efficient, and seemed to me to be very
trustworthy.  My background in trade in Zanzibar allowed me to get a quick
understanding of the estate accounts, and I sensed that all was not well
with some of the tenant farmers.  This was shown clearly by the vast amount
of arrears in rent payments and the lack of money spent on tenant repairs.

   " I understand that your husband is the estate supervisor, but he does
not seem as efficient, as you are yourself Mistress Roper and I note that
the tenant farms show a clear lack of prosperity." I looked closely at her
and she was obviously embarrassed.  "Nay don't worry Mistress Roper, I
shall see for myself before the day is out." I sat back and looked at her.
"I have no doubt Mistress Roper that you were the brains behind the whole
of my fathers business operations.  Much as I loved and respected him, I
doubt my father had the ability to do this on his own."

   She blushed and said coyly.  "My father was in business My Lord, .  and
I learned the lessons well from him".  I suddenly had a thought and I
looked carefully at her.  "I dare say Mistress Roper that you were also my
fathers mistress.  Am I not right?" She blushed, and looked away.  "My Lord
I am a married woman." "That is no answer." I replied cynically.  It was
then that a knock on the door brought in her husband.  My first thoughts
were right, he was a shifty looking man dressed in a dark green coat with
his tricorn hat tucked under his arm, and he had great trouble with making
eye contact..  After he had come forth with some groveling comments and
small talk, which did not impress me I said.

   "Roper saddle up my stallion Devil, and we will tour as much of the
estate as we can before mid day." We left the Manor with Roper following in
my wake.  The more I saw of the man, the more I disliked him.  Within the
hour I knew that I had cause for concern.  It was obvious the tenant
farmers had little liking or respect for him and it was clear that the
tenants had been given little support following two bad harvests.  It was a
mystery to me why my father had not intervened and then I realised that
probably some form of blackmail had probably been employed.  In other
words, Roper allowed my father to sleep with his wife and in exchange he
was allowed excess freedom to milk the estate funds.  I guessed somehow,
that he also imposed his presence, on some of the tenants farmers wives and
daughters, a point which was confirmed on my final farm visit.

   I had at some point during that mornings inspection, decided to dismiss
the man and on arriving at the last farm on our route.  I sent him on back
to the home farm and rode down to an extremely dilapidated farm, a farm
that I had remembered as being extremely prosperous in my youth.

   As I dismounted the door opened and I was confronted by a young lady
with lovely golden hair who I remembered well that she had been called
Joan, a housemaid who worked at the Manor house.  I also remembered that I
had before my departure enjoyed her favours from time to time.  She
curtsied and said "Welcome My Lord dost thou remember me?" I replied "Aye
Joan that I do and you are even more beautiful than I remembered." I turned
my attention to a young child of about four or five years of age hanging on
to her skirts.  "And this be Agnes your Lordship the offspring of one our
nights of passion together." For a moment I was stunned, and embarrassed
somehow, I knew that she was right.  She opened the door wider and invited
me inside the farmhouse. .  "Things do not go well for you Mistress Joan?"
"Nay My Lord I am being evicted next quarter day, your steward will not
give me time to pay my dues.  Unless I am prepared to lie with him, a thing
that I will not do My Lord.  He assumes that because I am a widow woman,
that I will give myself to any man." Fear not Mistress Joan, you will not
be evicted without my say so." I told her, as I gave her five guinea pieces
which was all the money I had with me.

   "This mistress is only part of what I owe thee, for the support of our
child and more will follow.  l do however, believe that it is not possible
for you to stay on in this farm and manage it properly, so I will ensure
that you have adequate suitable employment at the manor and suitable
accommodation, but leave it with me and I will inform you of my decision in
the matter."

   I was boiling with rage as I returned to the manor.  I dismissed Roper
on the spot and gave him four hours to vacate his home.  He was not a happy
man and swore vengeance on me, at which I had two laborers throw him in the
duck pond and gave him only an hour to be gone.  They did this with great
gusto, obviously enjoying their task.

   On entering the house I sent for Mistress Roper and told her what had
transpired.  "You are not dismissed Mistress Roper, you still have
employment, but I will understand if you wish to follow your man.  Just let
me know what your intentions are as soon as possible."

   Chapter 2 Next















   Chapter 2 I learn the Ropes

   As I lay on my bed after an extremely heavy lunch thinking about the
mornings events.  Still in my memory was my previous life and the meeting
with Jammarree at the art gallery.  It seemed to me now that I was living
in some sort of dream and I would be woken shortly.  I heard a faint tap on
the door and Mistress Roper entered.

   " My Lord with your permission I will stay in your service,, and that
villain who purported to be my husband has now gone.  He never was my
husband, as we never married.  Your father wanted a married man for the
post, and so between us we fabricated the lie.  Your father found out when
I told him sire, but by then we were lovers, but for several reasons your
father never revealed the truth.  Eventually Roper also found out and
threatened to reveal our affair, but he also had some other hold over your
father sire which I never found out.  I owe you that explanation sire, but
now if you wish me to go I will..  I miss your father greatly, he was more
than a lover, he was the husband I never had, and I tried to be a wife to
him as far as I could.  With respect my Lord, your mother never cared one
whit for him, not as I did."

   "I am glad Mistress Roper" I said.  "He was a lucky man indeed.  Perhaps
one day I shall be so lucky.  I am glad you are staying but from now on I
will be asking you to take more responsibility, and increasing your salary
substantially.  But I do need your total loyalty.  I have a very special
mission to accomplish,.  and need to be free from trivial estate matters."

   Mistress Roper blushed, and looked down at me, she blushed and started
to undress, obviously misconstruing the intent behind my statement.  Then I
realised that whilst talking to her, I had grown a quite significant
erection that she had obviously seen.  I thought that perhaps I should put
her straight, but she was a really beautiful woman, and obviously quite
willing for a closer involvement as I of course was.

   Emily quickly undressed, and her beautiful nude body, crawled on the bed
to join me.  I did not speak, but I put my arms round her, and hugged her
to me.  I knew that she had made a decision, and that she was going to stay
with me.  She lay with her back to me, and so I could put my arms round her
and feel her ample breasts, this allowed me to gently fondle her hardening
nipples, her warm buttocks nestled against my groin and she put her hand
behind her to pull my cock between her legs.  I could feel the wet warmness
of her.  She smelt nice, and I knew that she had washed, and taken special
care of her toilet, and appearance before she had come to my bedroom

   She turned round to face me, not for a second letting go of my cock. 
Her lips touched mine softly, and I let my hand wander down her warm belly,
and my fingers found her warm wet vagina lips.  I gently probed her pussy
lips.  She pulled my hand away, and placed my cock between her legs, so
that it mashed up against her pussy lips.  My cock was wet with her juices.
I kissed her gently on the lips, and ran my hands through her hair, as I
did, so I felt her stretch, and gently push her warm body against mine.  I
rolled Emily over on her back and kissed her lips, probing her mouth with
my tongue .  We were both breathing heavily.  I turned round and licked my
way down to her pussy, and started licking her with my tongue.  I think
this was the first time that she had experienced this kind of lovemaking,
as for a brief second she tensed, and I thought she was going to pull away,
but I persisted.  Suddenly her body seemed to explode with orgasm.  I
continued my licking and probing with my tongue, and she was moaning out
loud.

   I pulled back and watched Emily as she lay panting heavily from her
exertion.  She lay with her eyes closed, enjoying the afterglow of our
coupling .  Her pussy was wet with her juices, and I knew she was more than
ready for my cock...  I kneed her legs apart, leaned down and kissed her,
probing her mouth with my tongue, whispering to her to guide my cock to her
waiting slit.  Her small hand nervously brought my cock to her pussy.  I
flexed my legs to press against her, barely touching her..  I very much
wanted to slide all the way in and fuck her hard, but I knew that I was
probably larger than anyone she had been with before.  After getting the
head in, I stopped for a few seconds, but she raised her hips to get more
of me in.  I slowly pushed more of my cock into the tight love tunnel
feeling her muscles beginning to grip me as I entered.  She was very wet
from her orgasm, making my entry easier than I expected and she was moaning
with pleasure.  I began a slow rhythmic movement in and out.  My large cock
filled her, with each inward push.  I lay fully upon her, grasping her
buttocks with both hands Emily lay under me, not crushed as I being a
perfect gentleman, took my body weight on my elbows.

   Suddenly she had a second orgasm making her moan in joy.  It was at that
point that I stopped, and held still.  for a moment We continued fucking, I
was holding her tight, and then I felt her third orgasm gripping my cock
even tighter.  I could hold out no longer and pushed my cock as deep as it
would go, the large head pressed against her cervix, I began to cum,
pumping a large volume of semen into her.

   We lay together for a long time as we recovered from our exertions. 
Then she spoke "I am sorry my Lord, I did not mean to do this, when I came
to see you, but you are so like your father, and as I have told you, we had
a very special relationship.  Your father, like you, could not marry me,
but for the past few years I was more of a wife to him than your mother
ever was." "You want to carry on that relationship with me then Mistress
Roper?" "It was not my intention My Lord, but I am not averse to more
lovemaking if our experience today is a foretaste of things to come." She
said shyly.  I turned and kissed her.  "You are an attractive woman, and a
very competent business woman.  I need to work very closely with you, and I
am sure that we would probably have been tempted after a while."

   During our conversation that afternoon as we lay their, I found that
Emily Roper had been acting as housekeeper, as well as her other duties. 
She obviously coped with an enormous work load.  This had worried me, as I
needed to have more of Emily's time.  Now after finding Joan the mother of
my child,.  the perfect solution occurred to me, Joan would make an ideal
housekeeper, and she could have Emily's cottage.  It was then that I told
Emily that I needed a very large change in her duties.  I said "Mistress
Emily I want you to be my personal assistant, and you will vacate your
cottage, and move into the manor house.  You will have your own personal
maid, and relinquish the housekeepers post.  I have someone in mind who I
believe is capable of taking your place as housekeeper.  How does this suit
you"

   For a moment she was very quiet.  My Lord I am confused, what do you
expect from me?" "Mistress Emily I have a very special and secret task that
I need to carry out and you will need to travel with me on occasion, and
you will also need to take on much more financial responsibility.  You see
Mistress, I am a very rich man in my own right, much richer than my father
ever was, and you will have full operational control of my estate as well.
I also have a task which I vowed I would complete in my lifetime, and I
need you to take that on board, as well to leave me free to do what I
must.."

   She sat up on the bed and looked down at me.  "My Lord I am not a whore
to be bought." I laughed at her anxiety.  Mistress Emily I saw the books
this morning.  I also know bookkeeping and financial management probably as
well as you do.  I think that you are the right person for the job, but you
will probably have some male opposition, but I will support you.  If we
never make love again, the job is still yours - what do you say?" She
smiled "Thank you my Lord, and now I must show you something more."

   She got off the bed and without dressing she went to the door of the
large wardrobe still full of my fathers clothes.  She looked back at me.  "
Come sire." I followed her also in the nude.  She pressed a knob on a panel
at the back of the wardrobe, and a secret door slid open revealing a
staircase leading upwards.  Holding my hand, in the dark she led me up
about twenty steps and we came into an attic room.  The attic was lit by
overhead windows.

   Walking across the attic she pulled aside an old portrait and revealed a
door.  She fumbled above the door for a key and then inserting the key in
the lock she opened it.  Behind was a large room with a bed with lighting
from the roof window.  but round the walls was a series of pornographic
sketches.  `This my lord was your fathers secret den.  And the sketches are
his own work sire" I stood for a moment looking at the drawings, and
sketches, not realising that my father had been so talented and then she
led me to a ledger on a side table.  In the ledger was a biography of
nearly every man and woman on the estate, and in the nearby village of
Lacock with details of all the intimate affairs that were, or had been
going on, and intimate details of peoples sexual preferences, and habits.
Their was also a list of the times and places where my father had taken
advantage of the various ladies of the district, and a write up on their
abilities or otherwise.

   One of the first I noticed, was a commentary of my sister Ethel's
husband and the fact that he was apparently deceiving my sister, and having
an affair with the vicars lady.  My father had also noted that the vicar
was not properly ordained, and his so called wife was actually his sister,
but for some reason once again my father had not taken any action in the
matter.

   The vicars wife (sister) was noted as being of slim build extremely good
looks and of loose morals, with a lively personality and good company.  I
noted however, that my father had not taken advantage of her charms, or if
he had, he had not recorded them.  I looked at Emily and I said.

   "Dear lady there was a bond between thee, and my father, were you not
jealous of his affairs" "Nay My Lord, he could not marry me as he had a
wife, and he could not marry a commoner even were he not married.  I was
well content with life with your father sire.  He kept me well satisfied"

   I realised then that the class restrictions were very tight.  To be born
out of a wedlock was a terrible disadvantage, But to be born as the
illegitimate child of one of the upper class did not carry the same stigma
but was often recognised.

   As I started reading the very descriptive notes in my fathers log book,
I became aware that my erection had resumed its action status.  The erotic
notes and sketches had been too much, and Emily now aware of my predicament
dragged me willingly towards the bed where we spent another pleasant hour,
before we resumed the reading of my fathers log book.  After a time Emily
led me to another concealed door which led downwards.  Every few steps came
to a landing on which was a door, she showed me that each door had a
peephole which looked into the rooms of the female staff.  At the present
time most of the staff were still about their duties, but I noted that each
door could be easily opened from the outside.

   Eventually on reaching the ground floor she opened a door that led into
the stable yard.  It was hidden from sight by a very large growth of
bushes..  We could only peep out of the door as we were still in the nude
so we returned to my fathers secret den.  I read with interest the note
relating to our resident vicar, who according to my father was servicing
half the females in his flock on a regular basis and who was not, according
to my father ordained, inasmuch that he had previously been unfrocked by
the Bishop for unbecoming conduct with members of his congregation at a
previous parish.  I gather that my father was loath to do anything about
it, because of the scandal if it became known, that my sister Ethel was
married to Marsden who in turn was allegedly having an affair with the
vicars sister.  But I was pleased to note the marriage could not be legally
binding, so my sister Ethel was really a free woman should she so wish..

   I did not feel that I was bound by fathers restrictions, and I vowed to
do something about this in due course.  It followed that as he was an
unfrocked priest all marriages, baptisms and funerals he had officiated at,
were not legal, which meant that a lot of ladies in the locality were
living in sin as it were.  I was inclined to do something about it
immediately, but Emily Roper suggested that we let it lie for a bit, and
first consult the Bishop and think closely about the repercussions as she
rightly pointed out, it would cause chaos.

   She pointed out "Sire, it may turn out that a lot of ladies, and indeed
some men might decide to change partners, if they knew the marriage was not
legally binding.  This would also lead to a lot of children being declared
bastards.  But I was intrigued by the glamorous vicars sister, and given a
chance, may well get better acquainted.

   ***********

   Two day later I put my resolve to go and see my sister into action.  It
was a bright sunny day, as I rattled through the countryside in the light
chaise.  The roads were badly rutted, and the journey was uncomfortable, We
frequently had to stop at the pay tolls.  However, as I was the Lord of the
Manor I was exempt from payment on my own property.  The groom driving was
new to me, and seemed somewhat nervous of me, and not inclined to talk.  As
we drove over the rutted roads I started to recall much of the detail about
my sister Ethel.  We were always very close, and my visit to her was a
matter of priority From the time I was born, we were put in the care of a
stream of nursemaids and governesses.  We rarely saw our mother, although
father doted on us.  I always got the impression that once mother had
produced the mandatory son, she felt her duty was done, and from then on
she spent most of her time in town with the high society crowd spending the
family wealth.  Our father was a country lover, and preferred to spend more
time at home.  There was no real affection between them, and it appeared my
father was quite happy to let her live her own life as long as she let him
live his.

   Growing up together Ethel who was two years older than me, became very
close.  We would spy on our nursemaids, and governesses as they were being
fucked by the men of the household, or perhaps a local lover they had
sneaked into the house for the occasion.

   Increasingly, as we grew bolder.  :Like most teenagers we became very
sexually aware, and our need for relief became overpowering.  It was quite
natural for us to begin by exploring each others bodies, and when I was
fourteen, I was introduced into the delights of full sex by one of the
governesses.  She taught me all the different ways she enjoyed being
fucked, and so, not unnaturally Ethel and I became lovers.  Most of our
governesses left us at night to our own devices anyway, while they pursued
their own amorous adventures, and so we took full advantage of the
situation.

   I also found that in my early teens I could demand sex from any of the
young girls of the household, who naturally were too frightened of losing
their position to refuse my advances, even had they so wished, less they
get dismissed without a character.  However, my main love was my beautiful
sister Ethel, and we spent most of our nights together, becoming quite
adept in the art of sex in all its forms.  But when I was seventeen, we got
caught by my father, who had returned home early unexpectedly one evening,
and our liaison was discovered.

   There was a terrible row, I was severely thrashed, and I was immediately
dispatched abroad to Africa, with a small pittance of an allowance to make
my own way in the world.  After that, I heard little about my sister,
except that she had quite quickly married a so called local gentleman
farmer.

   It was about six in the evening, and just getting dark when we arrived
at the farm which was now her home.  I was delighted to see this beautiful
young woman, who I immediately recognised as my sister Ethel as she ran to
greet me, she hugged me close and kissed me full on the lips more like a
lover than a sister.  Eventually she turned to the driver, and told him
that she had arranged a bed for him, and stabling for the horse at the
local inn.  I bade him return at 9.00 the following day for orders.

   In front of a roaring fire and with a good beef stew inside me Ethel
started to talk.  "Tony dear "I am so sorry I lost our baby." "Our baby?" I
replied somewhat shocked.  "Yes darling, but in one way Marsden my husband
would not have made a good father, so perhaps I realise now that it was a
blessing in disguise.." Now for the first time I had an inkling of what had
happened.  She had been pregnant by me, and so father had married her off
to save the family name.  Ethel then told me that she had not ever slept
with Marsden.  Father had given him the farm, and paid all his debts and it
was stipulated that he should not take advantage of Ethel without her
consent.  He had agreed, but as a result he had been in a marriage in name
only, and he had taken his marital pleasures elsewhere.  Ethel said " He
spends most of his time with the vicars sister who masquerades as the
vicars wife " This was not news to me but I was intrigued that Ethel knew
all the details "Tell me more dear sister." I responded.  " Well,
apparently he is a defrocked vicar, and he got the parish by affirming that
his sister is in fact his wife." I reflected on my relationship with Emily.
" This seems to be a common occurrence in these parts." I observed as I
explained about Emily's new role at the manor, and her previous
relationship with her so called husband.  It was clear that Ethel knew
little about Emily, although she had been aware that gossip had our father
and the lady linked together in some sort of relationship.  We talked until
the early hours and then I turned to Ethel and I told her

   "You can leave Marsden, and come home with me on the morrow, your home
is now at the Manor with me if you so wish." Ethel looked at me and burst
into tears, she flung her arms round my neck, and sat on my lap, her tears
of happiness soaking my doublet.  "Yes Tony dear, I will come with you, but
there is one thing more that I desire of you." And what may that be that
dear sister?  I enquired." I want to have another baby - our baby to
replace the one we lost." I looked at this beautiful sister of mine, and I
felt I could refuse her nothing.

   Within minutes we were in the master bedroom, with a big fire roaring in
the grate.  "What about Marsden I asked, will he not be coming home?" "No
brother dear, should he arrive he will sleep in the barn, he will be drunk,
and sleep on the hay." I was soon stripped and in bed.  Within minutes
Ethel had joined me as she gently cupped my cock "Such a big, fat package,"
I heard her whisper." You are so much bigger brother dear than I remember."
My cock was now sticking up straight, she nervously reached out a hand, and
touched the head of my cock.  Her touch sent electricity through me.  She
ran her thumb across the head sending electric thrills through my body.. 
"So nice and hard, and so hot," she whispered.  As if afraid that someone
else might hear her.  She moved her fingers downward and gripped my cock,
moving her thumb around the whole time.  I swallowed, and looked at her
face in the light from the fire.  She looked almost dazed, sort of sleepy.
She licked her lips, and before I knew what she was doing, she got up on
her knees, opened her mouth, and stuck her tongue right at the base of my
balls This was just as she used to do those many years ago.  Then, she
pulled my cock toward her mouth, and wrapped her lips around the head of
it. She sucked it all the way to the back of her throat, making swallowing
motions, massaging my cock with her throat muscles.  After a few moments
just as I was about to come, she took my cock out of her mouth with a
popping slurping sound, and stood up.  She lay back spread her legs, her
hand reached out to fondle my cock Our tongues met and she began to swirl
hers around mine.  She continued to stroke my cock and then I felt her
squeeze at my cock, and then she had the tip of my penis positioned between
her vagina lips.  I was now completely poised and positioned, all I had to
do now was thrust, and I would be inside of my own sister again after
almost six years

   I of course hesitated briefly as I contemplated the possible outcome,
but Ethel pushed at my buttocks, and I began to feel myself enter her.  I
was halfway in her, and completely satisfied that I was now fucking my
sister, but then she pushed at my buttocks more and began to squeeze my
cheeks as I went deeper into her.  Ethel gave a deep sensual moan. .  I
knew then, even had I so wished, that there was no turning back.  I began
pumping Ethel with great gusto.  She began stroking my back and squeezed my
buttocks some more.  I felt intoxicated, I was actually fucking Ethel my
own sister.  I put my head beside hers and buried it in the bed.  Now I was
the one hiding my face.  We fucked like that for several minutes then Ethel
became more aggressive and forced me to fuck her harder and harder.  She
began to whimper a bit and was trying really hard to get off.  Looking back
I imagine she was becoming frustrated, but it didn't seem to bother her too
much.  She flipped around and got on top of me, it lasted about three
rounds of her rising her pussy up and down my cock before I felt I was
about to come.

   As I squirted my cum inside of my sister, I swear I felt my cock hitting
her deep down inside somewhere.  Her tits were bobbing in front of my face
in an almost comical fashion.  With each burst of sperm going inside of
her, she seemingly began to get off more.  I immediately became exhausted,
yet she continued to ride my ever shrinking cock.  I look down at our
joined hips and saw the cum leaking out of her pussy on to my cock and
pubic region.  Ethel finally started cumming, as I started to become
freaked out at the fact that I may have just impregnated my own sister.  As
Ethel came, she finally fell on top of me, with my cock still inside of
her. We had both become completely naked in the passion of our sex. 
Exhausted, we both went to sleep while partially still inside of each
other. I awoke in the morning completely naked and alone.  I immediately
got up, and went down the stairs Ethel was packing a large bag in
preparation for our return home.

   I realised that morning just how much that in such a short time of just
over a week, how my life had changed completely from being a penniless man
with little hope and now I was .a man of power, and the world was my oyster
- well almost!  My past life seemed like a bad dream except for the few
memories of Jammarree.  The unusual thing was that this life seemed so
natural for me now and as if by instinct I knew exactly what to do and what
I had done in my previous life.

   The only thing that was getting me really annoyed was the fact that my
valet was trying to get me to wear a wig as was the custom of gentry in the
sixteenth century.  But I steadfastly refused I had a good head of hair.

   The new living arrangements at home installed Ethel the Mistress of the
House being my sister, as I was not married and she moved into a bedroom
near mine, as did Emily, both had their own maids and strangely both got on
tolerably well together.  Emily accepted her station in life as a superior
servant, with lots of authority and extremely well paid.  Although she was
in fact my mistress she did not in any way to my philandering ways as long
as she was kept happy.  But this was the time that we lived in In addition
Joan and her daughter were now installed and she had taken the role of
Housekeeper with great enthusiasm.



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   Chapter 4 Anne- Marie

   During the first few weeks we were busy with estate matters.  Emily was
staggered at the amount of my wealth, She was so concerned, that she
pointed out that with my fathers estate, the number of foreclosures and
debts to be recovered, she would need some help.  We agreed that she could
look for a new Estate Manager and also some clerical help with the
financial side.  We agreed that we certainly needed to turn some of our
cash into profitable investments.

   I would spend most of my afternoons at home in my fathers private den, I
would keep going through his notes, and spend time gazing at his
pornographic sketches.  But time and time again I kept coming back to the
sketch of the so-called vicars wife.  If I had to give any of the sketches
marks, I would have willingly given that the top mark.  It was an
outstanding drawing and done in great detail.

   According to my fathers notes her name was Jane, but their was very
little about her.  I knew somehow, that their must have been some sort of
special relationship between her and my father.  The fact that their was no
description of any sexual activity between them, as their was with every
other woman he had come into contact with, and no personal comments added
to my suspicions.

   It all came to a head quite quickly one day, when I had dozed off on the
bed in his secret den in the loft area..  It was an overcast day, the light
through the top window was poor and the wick had gone out, and I had fallen
asleep.  I awoke as I heard the door creak, and a tinder box being struck
to light an oil lamp.  My first thoughts were that it was Emily, but a waft
of perfume convinced me that it was a stranger .

   As a lamp was lit, the light reflected on the face of the candle holder
I recognised her from the sketch straight away.  She gave a little scream
as she saw me, and said "I am sorry my Lord." I said "What are you doing
here Mistress Jane?" "My Lord I came to retrieve my sketches that your
father and I made, before you found them." "Alas you are to late, but they
are nothing to be ashamed off, they are works of art" In the dim light of
the candle, it was hard to see, and so I took the lantern from her , and
lit several more wicks, so that we had ample light.  I saw then that she
was absolutely gorgeous, she was unique..  If anything the sketches did not
do her justice.  She was that day as was the custom, wearing an ankle
length skirt, which was the fashion, tightly belted at the waist, and a
snow white blouse that displayed her bust to best effect, and her blonde
hair was piled up on the top of her head, giving her an illusion of greater
height.  It was obvious from her face, that she was frightened of the
consequences of being found here.  "How did you get in?" I asked.  "There
is another way My Lord that only I know." "Well I need to know it as well."
I told her.  "Sit down young lady, I gather that you and my father were
lovers." She did not answer.  "That is true is it not?" I persisted.  "Yes
my Lord." She admitted shyly.  "Yes I gathered that, from the notes
regarding you or really the lack of them, which indicates an affection
between you.".  "So, what do I do with you now Mistress Jane?.." "I miss
your father sire, your father covered for my brothers deception as vicar
because we were lovers.  He also knew I had other lovers from time to
time." "Please do not expect me to cover for him." "Not even if we were to
become lovers sire?" She asked a hint of defiance in her voice.  As she
spoke she started to disrobe.  "Even if we did became lovers, I could not
make a promise like that." I told her.  But it seemed as though she had
made up her mind, and soon she was standing naked in front of me and
leaning forward started to undo my clothes.  Nay Mistress Jane please cover
yourself I am not so easily persuaded, despite your outstanding beauty .  I
want to know all the details .

   Reluctantly she covered herself and turning towards me she said.  Sire,
You should know I am not the vicars sister.  I am in fact his second
cousin. I was left suddenly orphaned with no income, I was a pauper, and
the work house beckoned, I am educated enough to carry out clerical work,
and I have a good handwriting, but alas no-one will employ a woman.  I was
faced with the fact that I must sell my body as an alterrnative to the
workhouse, until Cousin Roger came to me, and proposed the idea of acting
as his wife, in order that he could obtain the living.

   Underneath sire, he is a truly evil man my Lord in many ways, he uses
the church funds for his own ends and he blackmails many parishioners into
having sex with him, to keep him quiet.  He openly boasts, that he knows he
has fathered six children in this parish..  I want to get away from him, as
quickly as I can muster the means, and make a living for myself. .

   I said Mistress Jane I have to think of the parishioners, and the effect
he has on them by officiating at Weddings, Christenings and Funerals which
are all void.  But I do not wish to do you any harm, if only for my fathers
sake if nothing else.  But maybe I can help you find a position which would
suit your capabilities..

   Tomorrow in the forenoon come and talk with Mistress Emily she is
seeking help with the accounts and is looking for a new clerk.

   ************

   Mistress Jane was so excited she threw her cover away and joined me on
the bed, and without saying anything, straddled my body, her lips clamped
eagerly and passionately on mine and I soon found her pussy staring me in
my face, as she turned around intio the 69 position .  She took as much of
my cock into her mouth as she could in one go, while I in turn could not
refuse such an offer, started to work on her pussy with my tongue, it did
not take me long to find her clit.  This triggered off a whole series of
orgasms and soon my face was wet with her secretions.

   Meanwhile Mistress Jane purposefully kept licking and sucking until she
had as much of me, as she could manage in her mouth.  Then after a while
she stopped, before I could shoot my seed into her mouth.  Mistress Jane
let go of my cock, turned round She took my cock and placed it at the
entrance to her pussy, Then with almost a look of triumph in her eyes she
sat down hard.  Both of us moaned in ecstasy, she was tight, but she was
also well lubricated.  To me it was just heavenly release.  Mistress Jane
was pressing down on me hard, her face showing her determination, her eyes
brimming with lust, as she concentrated in getting as much of my cock up
inside her as was humanly possible.

   It was not long before she sat back, her muscles gripping and vibrating
as it seemed they were milking my cock, a look of sheer relief and
happiness on her face as once again, she started to cum in little short
bursts flooding my cock and the bed clothes beneath us, but I had not yet
come, and so I grabbed her and rolled her over onto her back, as I bent
down and kissed her, my cock nudging the entrance to her pussy, as her hand
went down and guided me home.  "Yes!  Sire.  "She hissed lustily.  " Like
father like son Do it again sire please."

   She flopped back on to her back as I entered her, she threw her arms
round my neck, her legs locked round my waist, and she pulled my head down
in a long passionate French kiss, our tongues swirling madly as our loins
pressed tightly together.  I flexed my cock inside her, and I felt Mistress
Jane respond She started to squeeze back, thrusting her hips wantonly
against me, as tremors flooded my body, my cock driving deep into her arms
round my neck pulled me down on to her as her hips drove upwards.  Her
upper lip curled, her climax a brief moment away.

   Her hips rocked wildly, then her body arched up, pressing hard against
me, as together our bodies rolled locked together as our love making came
to fruition.  Gradually our passion subsided, Mistress Jane lay there
smiling up at me happily, her forehead beaded with perspiration.  She
closed her eyes, pulling me closer to her, cheekily just rocking her hips
slowly and gently, testing the firmness of my erection.  I could feel our
juices seeping down past my cock, and as her movement increased, and we
were quickly aroused again, I began sucking one of her nipples with my
tongue.  Her muscles tensed around my cock, as once again I flexed inside
her.  Her legs and arms wrapped around me as we kissed passionately.

   "Just lie still Sire, it's time I rewarded thee" But now, I sensed that
she was going to enjoy this, and slowly she rocked on her hands and knees,
stretching her pussy over my large cock again and again, enjoying every
ripple and every sensation .  I felt my cock forcing its way into her, and
as I gently pulled back out, I realised that she was the finest fuck I
could remember recently .  I reached for her breasts, tugging her nipples
gently while she slowly fucked me, the first flush of passion past. 
Mistress Jane leaned down to kiss me as I said.

   "That was wonderful Mistress Jane, but it does not change my mind
regarding your cousin." "You're pretty good yourself Sire." "Thank-you."
She whispered.  "But sire I am not my cousins defender , do what you must
sire.  You have given me hope.."

   She lay back and looked at me.  "I can also be your mistress sire, and
you must agree that I am the best.  "I have Mistress Emily." "So did your
father sire but he was always happy to see me." "We shall see Mistress
Jane. -We shall see." I gathered later the following day that Mistress
Emily had given Jane a months trial, but she had done well on the initial
interview so Emily was hopeful she would be a success.

   Formality demanded on my calling on the Hon Anne Marie Archer, and her
Father Lord Archer, to introduce myself, and to ascertain whether payment
of the outstanding debt was possible.  Prior to this.  Emily would normally
have carried out this task as my Business Manager, but I insisted that I
would deal with this one myself.

   Emily had somehow, through her contacts got us an invitation to a soiree
at Lord Archers house, coincidentally it was on the eve of my formal visit.
Hudson tried his best to have me wear a wig on this formal occasion, but I
would not.  The estate was next to mine to the north, and the hall was
about three miles distance which was no real distance even over the rough
roads and gravel tracks, but our coachman knew the track well, and we had
maintained it fairly well so we decided to return that night. .

   On entering the ball room, and being formally introduced to Lord Archer
the host.  I spied the Hon Anne Marie, the declared fiancé?  of Roger
Winslow across the far side of the ball room.  She indeed had a rare
beauty, and a vivacious manner, as I well remembered.  She had beautiful
golden curls, and a slim figure and she was indeed a very beautiful young
lady, being very popular in the highest of social circles which included
Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth, for whom she acted as a Lady in Waiting, but
now she was given absence of leave due to her fathers growing infirmity,
but rumour had it that she was a firm favourite of her majesty.  This
evening, she was quite naturally surrounded by a number of young bucks who
were quite willing to wait on such a beauty, hoping against hope to win her
favour.. .  I had kept very much in the background that evening, being
content to observe, Emily was very ill at ease in such company, not being
used to move in these circles, although I knew our presence had been noted,
and recognised by a few of the local dignitaries.  My action in taking
foreclosing action on the Winslow estate had been duly noted, and had sent
a shudder of fear through many of the local gentry, especially those, who
were in some form of debt to me, some had already tried to ingratiate
themselves with me, the others that evening preferred to pretend that they
had not seen me.  But many had paid their debts very promptly.  I realised
then that evening, that Emily was regarded as persona non grata by the
county set, and perhaps I should not have brought Emily with me, as she was
socially very much out of place.  But I intended and hoped that she should
be recognised in her own right as a person of influence.  .  I did not make
any great attempt to engage in conversation with any one, having had a few
dances with Mistress Emily, but remaining a little aloof, but being very
polite when I needed to be.  After about two hours, I made my excuses to
Mistress Emily, and I slipped out of the hall, into the gathering twilight,
to get a little fresh air, not being a keen supporter of such events..

   Sauntering through the well kept rose garden, I came upon a quaint
little summer house, and settled down to enjoy the evening air, and enjoy
the distant sound of music wafting from the ballroom on the evening breeze.
I heard laughter, and voices approaching, and sunk farther back into the
shadows, in a few seconds a joyful Anne- Marie came into sight, hand in
hand with a rather callow looking young man.  After a few moments of
kissing and cuddling she lifted her skirts, and the young man started
fucking her in the standing position.  Within about twenty seconds or so,
he had apparently 'shot his load ' and laughingly did up his pantaloons
while Anne Marie protested loudly that she had not obtained any relief..

   "Use your fingers then madam." He shouted laughing at her, in her
predicament, as he retreated swiftly back to the ballroom.  Anne Marie was
sobbing to herself quietly, as she struggled to bring herself some relief.
As I moved to get a better position to see her I attracted her attention by
inadvertently kicking over a plant pot..  "Who is their "?  she called. 
"Tis only myself my Lady, Lord Anthony Amesworth.  I am afraid I saw that
dastardly trick that knave played on you.  Can I be of any assistance" "Yes
My Lord if you have a rampant cock in those pantaloons I beg you to help
me." Without any ado I slipped my pantaloons down, and as the lady lifted
her dress I thrust into her without further ado, having been more than
ready whilst observing the previous action.  I slipped into her still warm
wet love tunnel without any fuss and she lay back in my arms moaning and
matching my movements with great zest, lifting her I begged her to wrap her
legs round my waist.  And it was quickly obvious she was warm wet and was
obviously no virgin.  She had terrific muscle control, and it was as though
she was trying to suck my cum out of me.  She was panting and grunting her
movements came quicker and she gasped..  "Do not shoot inside me sire I
beg" But I took no notice..  It had been my original intention to deflower
her, and I would put her with child if necessary to achieve my ends.  The
end came quickly, as we orgasmed together, and I shot my seed deep inside
her wriggling body impaled on my cock, as we finished she started cursing
me roundly at my ungentlemanly behaviour

   "You bastard Sire you could have put me with child." she protested.  I
smiled to myself in the dark of the garden.  "My apologies My Lady but you
are so lovely, I could not stop." After a few moments she cooled down.  "I
am due here tomorrow to meet your father my lady.  I would welcome the
opportunity of paying court to you." "Oh My Lord It will be an honour sire,
but I am betrothed to Lord Winslow." "That I do know madam, as I last saw
him some few weeks ago, and he spoke of you."

   "Oh My Lord you are welcome, and I will leave myself free so that we can
discuss

   our common acquaintance."

   Having escorted Anne-Marie back to the ballroom.  I noticed the callow
youth with others of the same age, who had been so unkind to Anne-Marie. 
They were on the far side of the ballroom, and openly laughing at
Anne-Marie.  Obviously, her erstwhile lover had been boasting about his
brief conquest.  I had no quarrel with the Lady, she was to me just bait,
to get at her fiancé when he returned from Zanzibar.  I became a little
angry at his cruel taunting of her, and resolved to bring him to account.

   I gave my apologies to Anne-Marie, as I went round the ballroom to
accost him, not at all sure what I intended when I reached him, but when I
arrived he had disappeared, then I noticed a door into the nearby yard was
ajar, and I guessed the yard outside was being used by some as an emergency
toilet.  On entering the yard I noted my target was relieving himself in
the nearby duck pond.  His tight pantaloons that were the fashion were
tight round his thighs.  It gave me the perfect opportunity, and taking him
by surprise, it took only a slight push from behind with my boot, before he
entered the weed covered duck pond with a mighty splash.  The water was
foul, and the pond was covered with duckweed

   I stayed, and as he surfaced covered in weed, and having been immersed
in stagnant water he said "Why my Lord?." I smiled, and said that is for
the Lady Anne-Marie in full payment of your ungentlemanly conduct." Just as
I had spoken I felt a hand on my sleeve and looking down I saw Anne-Marie.
Who said Well spoken my Lord and thank you.." She introduced me to her best
friend, who she introduced as the Honorable Lady Helen Hammond, a very
attractive and demure young lady.  They were delighted to see the youths
discomfort, and praised me enthusiastically for settling their debt.

   The following morning, I arrived and presented my card to Lord Archer.
He was a funny little man of short stature, and well over weight and I
judged to be in his sixties.  It was hard for me to envisage him being the
father of such a gorgeous young lady such as Anne-Marie.  He was sweating
profusely, and obviously very nervous at meeting me.  "Welcome My Lord", he
stuttered slightly " Can I offer you refreshment?" After a few
pleasantries, and general talk I broached the subject of the overdue notes,
that I held against his estate.  I politely pointed out that I was now
entitled to take possession of most of his estate, if the notes were not
redeemed quickly and also pointing out that the interest was mounting
quickly.

   "Shortly I hope to be in funds My Lord." He replied confidently.  "My
daughter is to marry Lord Winslow, who is returning from Africa any time
now, and I am assured that he has ample funds to cover my obligations." At
the time It seemed cruel for me to disillusion the poor man, but I had to.
"Have you not heard sire, that Lord Winslow is bankrupt, and that I have
taken over his whole estate.  When I left Winslow three months ago in
Zanzibar, he was desperately trying to raise funds to finance his return
home.  He tried to beg a passage on my ship, but I am afraid I could not
stomach such a long passage in company with the wretched man." Poor Lord
Archer collapsed into a chair, sweating profusely as he looked up at me. 
"My Lord I plead with you, can you not give me more time?." " I am afraid
sire, that much of your estate is in very poor order, and it will cost much
to get the properties back to a profitable state.  If I grant you more
time, what plans have you sire, to reimburse me, and get them back into a
reasonable state at the same time?" I asked..

   It was at that time, before I had received an answer that we were
interrupted by Anne- Marie rushing to her fathers side, and putting her
arms round him..  I was not aware that she had been listening to our
conversation.  She had entered, without either of us, being aware of her
presence.  "You should be ashamed of yourself sire, berating an older man.
I am sure my fiancé will call you to account when he arrives." I laughed
"Nay mistress, I think not, he was riddled with the African pox from his
long time enjoyment of African slave women.  He has neither money, nor good
health, and is reviled by those who know him.  He is but a shadow of his
former self, I am sorry to tell you.  He is in for further shocks when he
arrives home.  He has no estate, nor assets of any substance, that I am
aware of, his parent like yours had gambled them away. .  As I rose to
leave, I turned to Lord Archer and said.  " My Lord, I am sorry to leave
you in such a state with such dismal tidings. .  I will instruct my
business manager to contact you to arrange things shortly." Anne-Marie
turned to me.  "My Lord I think we have unfinished business from last
evening, perhaps we can discuss that in my rooms?" "Certainly My Lady.  It
will be a pleasure" I responded, as she led the way to her sitting room. 
Sitting demurely she turned her face to me as she spoke.

   " Are you aware sire that you probably put me with child last evening.?
"Yes my Lady, but I am also very aware that before I entered you, another
man also emptied himself into you, and any child could also be his
offspring.  Madam I am not such a fool as to accept the blame for all your
previous lovers." Her face fell.  as she took in my response.  " Yes my
Lord, I agree that is a possibility, but yours was of the greatest volume,
and to be sure I felt that it must have had the greatest opportunity to
impregnate me ."

   I looked down at her childlike face, as I stood to take my leave, her
perfect features, her blonde hair, and china blue eyes and felt some
admiration for her stance.  She must have felt much despair, at the turn of
events in her home that day, yet she was fighting back in the only way she
knew how. .  "Please sire be seated, and tell me about my fiancé Roger as
you promised." I sat and told her the horrible unvarnished truth .  "There
is nothing good that I can tell you my Lady.  Your fiancé is totally
without funds, he is poxed up again for about the third time.  He is
addicted to black slave girls, who he treats badly and frequently kills, he
has gambled and drunk most of his assets away, relying foolishly on his
parent, and yours to pay his debts, not knowing that his parents, and your
parents estates are both forfeit, and his inheritance such as it was, no
longer exists."

   I expected her to break down and cry, but my admiration for her grew, as
I watched her struggle to deal with this latest blow to her livelihood. 
Then she looked up at me and smiled.  "Then sire, I shall not engage in
matrimony with him.  I thank you for warning me, instead I shall take thee
as my future husband instead, as you have surely put me with child and must
take the responsibility." For the moment I was speechless at her temerity,
and her assumption that I would take her as my wife, yet thinking quickly,
I realised that this probably fitted in very well with my plan for the
downfall of Richard Winslow.  and would surely enrage him beyond any
reason. Nothing could be better.  I looked at her, and said " I would be
honored my Lady If you would accept my courtship, but our betrothal, if
that is your intent will have to wait awhile.."

   She smiled sweetly at me, she stood up and took my hand.  "Come my Lord
and you shall formerly ask my parents permission to pay court to me."
Within minutes I found myself formerly asking her father for his permission
to pay court to his daughter.  The poor man seeing the financial advantage
of such a union as a lifeline, brightened up considerably, and formerly
gave me his permission to pay court to Anne-Marie.  On leaving her father
Anne- Marie led me upstairs to her bed room and bolted the door.

   Her intention was clear as she put her face up to be kissed.  I put my
arms round her and kissed her gently I explored her mouth with my tongue as
I caressed her back and buttocks, but it was hard going through her
numerous skirts and petticoats.  I think we are wearing too many clothes my
dear.  She smiled and said "Yes my Lord, shall we undress in front of the
fire?  "What a good idea my love." I replied.  I felt a twinge of guilt
after all Anne-Marie could scarce refuse my advances.  My conscience bade
me say to her " Look my Lady it will not go against you if you say no to
intercourse with me until we re more formally affianced.."

   " Thank you my Lord that was good of you to say that, but I remember
last evening well and I be as willing, as I think you are, your reputation
sire precedes you, but sire this will not be the first time as I recall
that we have had the pleasure of each other, and now that we are as good as
affianced, we can surely enjoy the carnal pleasures before our nuptials".
We hastily undressed in front the fire, and I looked down at her.  My eyes
drifted on down and I saw her slim waist and hips and her long legs.  "You
really are quite beautiful " I said and she dropped her head a little and
blushed.  She dropped her skirts and petticoats to the floor.  And helped
me with my boots and tight pantaloons.  She smiled and gave a tinkly laugh
as she nearly went backwards when my boot came off in a rush.  I slowly
rubbed my hand through her pubic hair and she shuddered, "It's fine my Lord
it would be nice however if we stayed here on the rug, rather than on the
bed, tis warm and away from the draught."

   "Yes a good idea my love" I replied.  I raised her face and lightly
kissed her on the lips.  As I broke my kiss I said.  "You have nothing to
fear from me my dearest." and I smiled at her.  She smiled back at me, and
put her arms around my neck and pulled me to her and kissed me very
passionately as her firm little breasts pushed against my chest causing my
erection to push into her firm belly.  She stared at my now hard cock and
ran her hand over it's length, slowly jerking it as she did.  Her cool
hands caused me to come to full size, and she seemed surprised at seeing my
size for the first time in daylight.

   "My Lord you are very big" She told me.  Without waiting for a reply,
she dropped to her knees as she took my cock into her mouth.  It twitched
as it met the warm confines of her mouth.  She began sucking and pulling it
in and out of her mouth, and then she put her hands on my buttocks and
began fucking me with her mouth, pulling me deeper and deeper into her hot
mouth.  My balls slapped her chin as she drove me into her mouth and it
didn't take long until I felt the sensations rising from my balls and I
arched my back and yelled as I filled her mouth with my juices.

   She swallowed hungrily and as she pulled me out, she sucked the last
drops from my cock.  "That was great my lady " I said as I looked down at
her with my cock still in her hand and she slid her hand over it's
glistening wet shaft.  "I haven't done that for a long time." she said as
she continued to play with my cock.  "Thought maybe I'd lost my touch my
Lord," she smiled up at me. .  She stood up, still beating my cock and
said. "Let's see what else we can do My Lord." As she lay down on the
sheepskin rug, my cock came back to life.  She lay on her back and guided
my cock to her vagina lips and ran it up and down the length of her slit
and then slowly put it in.  Her vagina felt like velvet as the head of my
cock glided in and soon I was buried to the hilt and my balls slapping
against her buttocks.  I began to stroke, slow at first, as she seemed so
small and I did not want to hurt her.  As I picked up the pace, I put my
mouth on her tit, I sucked her nipple up into my mouth as I rode her and
nibbled on it with my teeth, her face lost it's colour as she franticly
thrust her hips up to meet my thrusts.  We were fucking so hard that I
thought my balls would wedge in her ass cheeks and suddenly she tensed up
and let out a scream, "Ooooooooooooooo!!" That was all it took and I pumped
my juices again into that sweet pussy, I collapsed onto her and just lay
there with my cock still engaged.  I felt her constricting her vaginal
muscles as she milked the last of my juices out of me.  She had a smile
that went from ear to ear as she pulled her head up and kissed me.  As my
cock softened, I rolled off of her and lay beside her stroking her nipples
with one hand and her hair with the other.  "My Lord, that was fantastic,"
she said, "She kissed me gently on the lips.  She crawled down and took my
limp cock in her mouth and sucked it back to life.  I stared at her vagina
lips as she sucked my cock again and saw our juices oozing out of it.  I
reached over and played with her clit as she sucked me and she sucked
harder.  Soon she was groaning with my cock in her mouth as my hand got her
off again.

   She sucked furiously as she came and I soon filled her mouth again and
it ran out of the corner of her mouth and down onto her breasts.  We fell
asleep on the rug and I awoke about the same time she did.  The logs fire
had burned down and we were both feeling the cold.  I reached over and
embraced her and started sucking on her nipples I picked her up and lay her
on the bed as I started to dress.. .  She looked up at me.  "Now my Lord we
are truly affianced, may I take it that you will come to some agreement
with my father over his indebtedness.?" I smiled and said.  Yes my Lady,
but I am a man of business, and I want my money, but I'm sure my business
manager will find a way." "You must appreciate my Lord, that I have a
fondness for you as a man, but I do not pretend that we have a deep
passionate love for one another - at least not yet.  You will of course
appreciate my Lord, that I do have a rare beauty and will surely enhance
your standing in society.  In other words my Lord I will use all my
endeavors in your service in every possible way."

   I thanked her and was not sure exactly what interpretation to put on
that statement. .  I was a little irked, but as I had no intention of ever
marrying with her, it did not concern me unduly.  I knew however that
Richard Winslow would inevitably be drawn to seek her out, and thus to me
on his return, and that was what I most wanted.

   Before I left she said.  Sire I must tell Her Majesty of our intentions
and ask her permission to wed.  It is most likely that you will be summoned
to court in due course before Her Majesty will give her formal approval, My
Lord I promise you that I will keep myself only to you.  What had occurred
between us today, is far better than I have ever experienced.  For me sire
you are a prize that I need to keep."

   That statement was a shock.  I wonder what she would think if she knew
of my relationship with other women, but this was the sixteenth century and
men were not expected to be chaste as long as they were discreet.. .

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   Chapter 5 Being Affianced

   One of the penalties of being affianced or almost affianced to
Anne-Marie, was the obligation to escort her to various boring social
events.  She also made time to visit our home and introduce herself to my
Sister, and to the senior house staff.  She made it clear that she intended
to be the mistress of my domain in due course.  I was also required to
escort her to various social events, which quickly became time consuming,
as well as insisting that we took time for our own enjoyment.

   Fortunately Jane was working out well and Emily was able to delegate
many of her mundane and time consuming tasks to her.  I gave Emily free
rein to employ extra staff when and if she needed to.  The one post that we
needed to fill urgently was that of estate manager.  Emily had recruited a
retired farmer for a few hours each week to do some of the work, but
although she had interviewed several men, none so far had proved
satisfactory.

   She needed the extra help as increasingly Anne-Marie was asking me to
stay overnight with her due to the amount os social events we were being
invited to.  The very first occasion after the duck pond incident, where I
had first Lady Helen Hammond, was at a wedding where she and Anne-Marie
were bridesmaids.  I had once again, managed to escape from the
festivities, and was taking a breather in the nearby stable yard, and
enjoying the peace and quiet after the loud music and endless social
chatter.  When out of the corner of my eye, I saw the very beautiful lady
Hammond approach me, dressed in her bridesmaid dress.  She looked lovely. .

   She walked briskly towards me, holding her dress up to avoid it getting
soiled in the muck of the stable yard.  Helen looked absolutely stunning in
her white bridesmaid dress, Her face was flushed, and her lips slightly
parted.  She had lovely soft brown hair and an almost perfect figure From
her demeanor, I sensed that she was obviously very excited or nervous, she
smiled shyly as she approached me.

   "Ah here you are my Lord, once again escaping the festivities, you
naughty man." I replied "Aye my lady, and now it becomes much more
pleasant, with your charming company:" It almost seemed she had been
running as her breath came quickly, and rather ragged.  I froze slightly
when Helen stopping in front of me, and placed her hand quite boldly but
gently on my groin.  Helen's eyes never left mine as she leaned forward
then put her lips to mine and using her free hand and started to unbutton
my breeches and then quite brazenly and gently pulled out my hard cock.

   "What are you doing my Lady?  I asked in shock as I pulled back.  Her
behaviour was far more forward than any lady of quality dare in this age.
"The truth my Lord is I want you..  I want you to give me a baby as my
husband can not, and he desperately needs an heir..  Anne-Marie gives us
her blessing." All I could think of, was that this was not the place, as
other people could come out into the yard.  Then I heard a noise from the
stables, a horse whinnying, the ideal place I thought to fuck one of
Anne-Maries best friends.

   I struggled to pull my breeches up past my knees as we hobbled to the
nearby stable.  She lay back on to a pile of straw in a vacant horse stall,
and Helen reached up and grabbed the base of my cock with a death grip. 
Her little hand could not wrap completely around but her grip held me in
place.  Helen smiled up at me "Wow" she said if Anne-Marie don't ever want
you Anthony dear.  I will have you any time."

   Helen seemed to be studying my cock, intently.  My cock was dark purple
in colour in her tight grip and a dollop of precum was forming at the tip.
Finally Helen looked up at me and said with a slight drunken slur.  "You
are so big." I had no response to that, so I just nodded my head.  Helen
returned her gaze back to my cock.  I watched in awe when her tongue
flicked out of her mouth and scooped the precum off the tip.  I gave an
audible gasp at the sensation as it struck me and my fingers of their own
accord tightened in Helen's soft brown hair.  Helen slowly took the head of
my penis between her lips, stretching her mouth wide.  It was incredibly
hot and wet.  Helen did not slide her mouth up and down my cock, Instead
she ran her tongue around the head.  It felt good but I wanted more of my
penis in her mouth.  She obviously lacked the experience of her friend
Anne-Marie Then Helen started sucking, even with just the head in her
mouth, her mouth seemed stretched to extreme.  Her cheeks hollowed as Helen
increased the suction around the tip.  Still the need to push deeper in her
mouth was overwhelming.  That is when I decided to take a hand, and with my
hands still gripping her hair, I pushed my hips forward.  At first, I was
not very forceful and only a half inch more of my cock slipped past her
lips.

   Helen was resisting further intrusion, causing me great pleasure.  It
was a chain reaction, the harder Helen resisted me the harder I pushed and
the deeper I got.  To my mind Helen had never looked more beautiful than
she did with me trying to cram my cock down her throat.  As hard as I was
trying though, I barely had two inches in her mouth.  As it was her mouth
looked impossibly stretched.

   My orgasm started to boil, and when Helen looked up at me, I started to
spurt "Oh Helen!" was all that I could moan as I let loose.  I not sure if
Helen tried to retreat from my cock, my hands were straining to pull her
face even closer to my groin.  The orgasm shattered my brain, each spurt of
my juices through my spine sending me to oblivion.  I felt Helen swallow
each spurt I was giving her.  It was a wonderful feeling.  My senses slowly
returned to me, yet Helen continued to milk the last drops from my spent
cock.  Finally, I released my fingers from her hair.  She gingerly slid her
lips off my cock, causing another tremor to hit my body.

   Helen gave a drunken giggle, I was ready to laugh, until I realized that
Helen was now spread eagled in front of me.  Her legs were wide apart and I
could see her white cotton underwear.  In a flash I had lifted her white
bridesmaids dress and I was between Helen's legs and my still hard cock was
pushing against her wet bloomers in an instant.  I kissed her on the neck
and ears.  I continued to push against her panties covered pussy while I
bit her neck and nibbled her ear, for a short time.

   Then Helen said quietly, "Your are a joy my Lord a real joy for any
young maiden." While she spoke her hands were busy removing her panties to
clear my entry, they also guided my cock to her wet hole.  Even just the
tip sliding inside of Helen's entrance was amazing.  So warm and wet, not
to mention incredibly tight.  Instincts over- took me and I continued to
press my hips forward.  Helen's pussy was tighter than her mouth, but gave
way much easier to penetration.  She was panting and moaning so loud in my
ear that I could hear little else.  Instead of slowing me down her moaning
and panting spurred me on.  Helen's pussy gradually stretched to fit all of
me.  My only concern at the time was to relieve my self the burden of my
orgasm.  It did not take long before I started shooting again.  I pushed
myself as deep as I could, spraying the depth of Helen's love tunnel.  She
yelled at me not to pull out.  " My lady it is yours, you have it all!" I
told her.

   Both Helen and I were breathing heavily with my thick cock still deep in
her stretched pussy.  I was not finished though, I began to once again
slide back and forth inside her.  Helen was trying to help me her arms were
tight round my neck and her satin encased legs were locked around my back,
as I continued to slowly pound as deep as I could.

   Helen's eyes were shut, her body started to shake, her back was arching
against me, giving me better access to continue.  I wanted to please this
lovely woman, and I was taking my time to give us both maximum pleasure. 
Helen's vagina muscles were grabbing my cock tightly, and I could feel my
whole length in as deep into her as I could.  I grabbed Helen's limp legs
and pulled them on my chest.  I leaned forward, resting my weight against
her thighs and for the first time I reached for Helen's covered breasts.  I
could feel her nipples poking into my palms through her bridesmaids dress.
...  Helen was intense, it was obvious now that she was really enjoying
things.  Her head moved from side to side, her hair plastered with
perspiration across her face.  The moans coming from her lips with each
stroke inside her, was more than I ever dreamed of.  Then she stopped
moving under me as her body tensed for a moment and then relaxed and then
tensed back up.  I knew that she had orgasmed and that encouraged me.  My
orgasm started to build in me, unlike before when my body just reacted.  My
slow pace was no longer enough, and I again began to pump my cock faster
into her.  That is when I came again for the third time, a jolt of pleasure
went through me, and I flopped on the hay to recover.  I was still gasping
for breath when she bent over me and started kissing my face softly,
whispering, "You lovely man Thank you.  I hope that tonight you have put me
with child and given my husband an heir."

   Her legs were still pinned beneath me when I took Helen's face in my
hands.  My soft penis was still trapped in her cum filled pussy, held by
Helen's pussy muscles.  It was some time later that we dressed and went
back to the festivities.  Two weeks later I was informed by Anne-Marie that
we had been invited for a holiday with Lord and Lady Hammond.  This was a
bit awkward for me, with the amount of work that I had to cope with.  I did
however, get agreement that Emily Roper would keep me supplied with
documentation on a daily basis that needed my attention, during my stay
with the Hammonds, by the use of a courier..

   My previous encounter with the then virtually unknown to me Lady Hammond
in the stables, had left me unprepared for meeting the real life Lady
Hammond, now the .  formal hostess, and the very close friend of my almost
affianced Anne-Marie.  She was not the randy flighty lady I had first
thought, but a mature sensible very talented lady, who I quickly grew to
admire.  She was not physically a large lady, in fact she was quite petite,
she had beautiful hazel coloured eyes, and a figure that must have been the
envy of any woman, but above all she had a large heart and a warm
personality, and she was a lady who one could soon come to feel genuine
admiration and affection for. ...  I had known that our encounter in the
stables had been had been carefully pre-planned, at least by her, with
Anne-Maries connivance She was not, I soon found not naturally promiscuous,
but rather I would describe her as a lady with an ageing husband who
desperately needed an heir to their large and prosperous estate, before he
departed this world, which would not be too long in coming.  Having met
Lord Hammond, I soon gathered that much as he tried he was physically past
the days when he could fully satisfy his wife's needs, and the chance that
he could produce an heir had faded fast.

   I soon realised that his Lordship was not a fool, he was I am sure fully
aware of the reason for our prolonged stay under his roof.  Although Helen
Hammond and Anne Marie had been close friends from an early age, our
extended visit was out of character of their previous friendship. 
Anne-Marie fully aware of her friends need, was doing her best by making me
available to her best friend in her hour of need.  Anne-Marie meanwhile was
avoiding any discussion on the reason for our visit and while she
deliberately and obviously made time for me to service her friend, she
would not ever discuss the matter with me, even when I tactfully tried to
mention the subject.  I came to admire, and spent a long time talking with
Lord Hammond, he had a keen mind and was a good landlord to his tenants.

   Anne-Marie had become quite possessive recently, and while in these days
it was more or less accepted that a gentleman could get away with numerous
affairs, and keeping several mistresses, ladies themselves were expected to
remain virtuous, or be seen to be virtuous by society at large.  To me at
this time, it was a real measure of her real friendship for her best
friend. The last time it happened at her home was when Anne-Marie had gone
riding and Lord Hammond was having his afternoon siesta.  I was relaxing
and going through some papers about the Curzon street Brothels; Just
reading about these wonderfully prosperous establishments keeping me
somewhat excited and was making me a little randy.  I had been thinking
about seducing one of the charming young housemaids who had shown an
interest in me since our arrival, and I was sure was easily available
should I require her.  But suddenly in my hour of need Lady Helen Hammond
appeared at the entrance to my bedchamber, she was wearing a silk negligee
which amounted to very little, and somehow by the look in her eyes, I was
in no doubt of the reason for her appearance.

   All thoughts of the amorous housemaid disappeared as I gazed at this
beautiful vision.  I jumped to my feet and bowed "My Lady what a pleasure"
I gasped as for a brief moment I was slightly embarrassed.  She smiled
coyly, and sat on the edge of my bed.  "My Lord I wish with your approval
to renew our most recent acquaintance - you left me with many unfulfilled
desires, and so for a few hours we find ourselves with time to renew our
acquaintance in more congenial circumstances."

   As she spoke she moved over to the bed lying back with her hands clasped
behind her head, just gazing up at me.  She laughed with a tinge of
nervousness as she looked at the delighted yet surprised expression on my
face.  As her words sunk in, I moved towards her and she gave a light
tinkle laugh and lowered her legs to the floor.  Reaching her I pulled her
close and kissed her, breaking the kiss I opened her negligee.  I bent my
head and suckled hard on her nipples.  Her shoulders began to tremble as
she held my head tight against her breasts.

   Her nipples were red and hard.  I loved the way she looked.  I thought
that she was about to speak "Hush," I told her even though, she hadn't as
yet said anything I pulled her closer and tighter to me, arms wrapping
around her body.  She held me moaning slightly as I made love to both
breasts.  As my hand went down her body and cupped her most private part
Lady Helen's trembling became more pronounced and soft sighs and whimpers
escaped from her lips.  Her knees gave out, but I caught her in my arms and
lowered us both to the bed.  I held her tight as my heart beat against her
breasts We remained on the bed as a summer storm began to rage outside. 
Swaying trees, booming thunder and arrow sharp lightening flashed mirroring
our passion, which like the storm built and built.  She glanced up into my
eyes with a look that told me exactly what she wanted.  She reached up to
me, put her soft arms around my neck and pulled my face to hers, my lips to
hers as our bodies merged, and melted together.  I tasted her lips again as
our tongues were like snakes as they explored each others mouths.  My lips
locked on hers.  Neither of us said another word to each other now.  Only
passion and lust was pulsing in our veins.  It was an unspoken hunger
between us, which had awakened between us.  I pulled away for a moment
gasping for air, she had me that worked up.  Her eyes were bright and very
large now as she looked up into my face.  Even with a dark almost black sky
from the storm outside me could see the fire in her eyes.

   "My Lady!" I whispered "Hush," she softly sighed using my own words. 
She pulled me down completely top of her.  I knew she cold feel the outline
of my hard cock pressing against her hard pelvis, as I lay between her open
legs.  Wrapped in each other's arms, we lowered ourselves completely on to
the bed now.  As I lay between her open thighs, the skirt of her negligee
had moved up around her stomach leaving her most private parts entirely
bare.  As huge trees swayed from the strong wind outside and, the rain beat
so hard against the windows of the house I was sure it was hailing.  For a
brief moment a slight worry crossed my mind as I wondered how Anne-Marie
was coping in the weather.  But more pressing things were crossing my mind
and eliminating the anxiety that I briefly felt.  She raised herself to
remove her negligee as I too took the opportunity to rid myself of my few
remaining clothes throwing them on the floor.

   I could feel my cock pressing against her wet vagina.  I asked her if
she wanted it inside her she whispered the word "Yes!" As she did I placed
my swollen cock head at the centre of her love tunnel.  Helen moaned again,
'Do it My Lord.  But gently!" And as she spoke she lifted her hips to make
it easier for me to insert it.  I did!

   As the storm grew more violent with each minute that passed, so did our
passion grew white hot.  No fear of our partners knowing what we were doing
now, was even considered.  Nor did we care at that moment if they were
sitting in the room watching us.  Nothing was going to stop us from
allowing each other to enjoy the other person's body.  Lost somewhere
between lust and passion the rhythms of sex began for both of us.  There
were soft cries of pleasure and louder moans and sighs of lust as our
bodies merged and then pulled back only to merge again!  feeling the
intense enjoyment that only comes from good sex.  It was hard to get inside
her.  She felt like I was tearing her apart, as I pushed.  I went slowly
and she told me I wasn't hurting her.  I pushed more into her.  As I
penetrated Helen's body completely with my cock, lightening flashed so
bright it seemed like it had hit the house.  The loud sound of thunder made
me jump.  The strike was very, very close as I embedded her now completely
with my cock!  As I did, Helen arched her back and lifted her hips and
buttocks up off the bed again, which lifted us both up off the bed. 
Seconds later as she climaxed and screamed as her body began to cum and
flood her vagina with her warm wetness of cum.

   "OH YES!" was all she said as she arched us up off the bed again and
again!  Helen began to go wild under me cumming and climaxing unlike any
recent experience of mine.  I wasn't far behind.  My body thrust deep into
her and as she lifted her legs and locked them around me, she held me
tightly inside her.  I held her and whispered in her ear that I was going
to cum too.  She moaned and squeezed me even tighter, as she told me to
fill her with love.  I had no choice I was already cumming now pumping the
first shot of my first load of warm wet sperm deep inside her womb.  As the
thunder boomed and lightening flashed all around us now, I could feel
Helen's heart beating as her body touched mine, her breath was coming in
short gasps.  Her body actions told me she was nearing a climax, she rolled
her head and moaned as climax after climax wracked her body, she rolled
around, almost throwing me off her as her passion mounted.  My mouth was
wet and hot on her breasts, nipples and on her throat and shoulders as I
kissed, licked and sucked on any place I could reach.  I could feel my body
beginning to react, as my own conclusion came nearer and nearer as she held
me deep inside her body.  My lips moved to hers, our tongues intertwining.
As almost as one, we gave our juices to the other We had shared our bodies
together for the second time and it had been fantastic, nothing like our
brief time in the stables.

   As we lay on the bed with Helen under me, and the storm raging outside
she held me tightly and told me not to move.  We both felt the wonderful
feeling of our sex locked together.  Her vagina held my cock tight and deep
and it was wonderful.  I don't know how long we stayed that way but soon I
felt her moving.  Rotating her hips and softly telling me she had to move.
I could sense that she was feeling that exquisite tension swelling inside
her again as was I.  At first it was slower than the previous ones.  With
slow even motions now she began to rock her lower body round in small
circles.  They began to grow wider and faster as she started to orgasm
again!  With my cock still three-quarters hard she moved faster and even
faster and then when I didn't think she could move any faster under me she
did!  Still faster she arched her back and cried out with an animal sound
from deep inside her throat!  Then she achieved another climax.  This one
was the best yet!  Again now with even more rapid thrusting of her hips up
into me as her orgasm grew!  It swelled throughout her entire being and
made her scream out as her body reached the peak and she chieved a level of
pleasure she had never known before.  I met her cries of passion with my
own orgasm and pumped more cum into her squeezing love tunnel Like the
thunder and lightening outside we joined together again and climaxed almost
in unison.  For an untold time we held each other not moving.

   My cock was as deep inside Helens body as far as I could possibly get it
She held me with her arms and legs wrapped tightly around my body.  Locked
in this embrace we lost the storm, our spouses, and the world.  We lost
everything but each other.  We were both drained .

   She told me, "Oh My Lord!  I can't do this again.  Anne Marie is my
friend and I feel as though I am betraying her trust.  My feelings for you
my lord are far too deep.  I must not be unfaithful, and I hope that today
you made the baby my husband and I need.  I had to come to you!  This is
too good, and I dare not risk feeling this way with thee again.  You feel
so good!"

   Her Lord and master was old and I knew that after our days so passionate
and successful love making she would not dare to risk another meeting with
me while he lived, and I too had to maintain my relationship with
Anne-Marie, not for any sentimentality, but I knew she was the bait that
that would bring my quarry to me.  My desire for revenge was well on track
and this brief affair had been nothing but a diversion.

   After my exit to Zanzibar where I first fell in with the Hon Roger
Winslow again, I had joined him in his slave running activities but I was
soon sickened by the cruelty and unnecessary deaths of slaves all brought
about by greed.  I was frantically seeking a way out of this sordid
occupation when by chance I happened to save the life of one Mohammad a
brother of the Sultan and ruler of Zanzibar and Oman.

   He insisted in presenting me to his brother the Sultan, and I quite
quickly became a close friend of the ruling family.  It was Mohammad who
like many Arabs, detested the unnecessary suffering and waste caused by the
slave trade, who invited me to join their ventures in the merchandising of
spices silks and precious gems.  Roger Winslow and I parted company
subsequently on bad terms.

   My new ventures were moderately successful, but the turning point came
when I managed to buy in an ex French naval frigate at a good price, and
converted her to being a fast running lightly armed carrier which with her
spread of sail and design, she could out sail any Arab dhow or any pirate,
and increase our share of the market enormously.  This ship increased our
profits enormously and extended our markets into Europe.  In no time we had
both become wealthy men.  After a time, I had become extremely wealthy in
my own right, and I now owned seven of these converted sloops and frigates.

   Whilst living in Zanzibar I lived alone with a housekeeper and a
housemaid.  Although I detested slavery the only type of housemaid I could
get, would have to be a slave.  So I reluctantly agreed, but made it clear
that any slave we bought had to be treated fairly.  I had been told by the
housekeeper that she had bought a young girl cheaply for the housework, and
at first I did not pay much attention, but I saw glimpses of her as she
passed the door of the dining room, or sometimes I caught glimpses of her
in the kitchen yard.  I got the impression that she was deliberately
avoiding me, as she would scuttle away as soon as I came into her view.  I
became increasingly intrigued with this flitting young girl, who was quite
black in colour and dressed in a thin cotton dress.  She was not as far as
I could tell beautiful in the classic sense but exuded a special something
that attracted me.

   Not wishing to be too obvious, I decided to visit her one night after
the housekeeper had retired, and so I went to the attic where I knew she
slept.  I crept up on her quietly and I realised she was sobbing.  I raised
my candle so that I could see better.  At first all I saw was a bundle
lying on the floor then I recognized the cotton dress hanging on the wall
and on an old mattress lying on the floor.  I saw her hiding under a thin
dirty blanket.  I crouched down beside her and said quietly "What is the
matter girl?" "I'm frightened of the dark massa." she replied.  "I have a
candle here, so there is no need to be frightened "

   As I spoke I put my arm round her to lift her up and she moaned and
cried.  "Don't hurt master.  I'll do what you want." As I lifted her the
blanket fell off and I saw that her back was covered in scars.  They were
deep scars that indicated that she had been consistently beaten and burned
badly.

   "No man want me now massa, don't want girl with bad back.  that's why
I'se cheap at auction" I was filled with a deep hatred of whoever could do
this to any other human being.  The more I looked, I could see that many of
the scars had putrefied and were not yet healed,, even walking must have
been agony for her.  I lifted her carefully and carried her to my bedroom
and called a friend of mine who was a doctor.  He was not as horrified as I
had been.  " I can have a fair guess who would do this." he told me.  It's
a sort of game they play just for fun."

   He went into detail that I would not dare repeat, but the name of the
person he mentioned, was my old compatriot The Hon Roger Winslow.  This was
eventually confirmed by the girl Jammarree herself.  Over the following
weeks she told me how her mother and sister had been raped continuously by
Winslow and his friends and the seaman on the slave ship, when they had
tired of them they had tossed them overboard alive to feed the sharks.

   Winslow had kept Jammarree for himself as she was the prettiest, and he
had frequently raped her, and lent her to friends for sex while he watched.
They would frequently beat her just for the pleasure of it.  Recently
however, he had acquired some new girls, and tiring of her he had sold her
on through the slave auction.  She was young enough and pretty enough to
attract attention until prospective buyers saw her back, and then they
would usually quickly pull out of the bidding.

   My housekeeper did not approve of my keeping her in my bedroom, although
it was some three weeks before we became intimate.  When she was better she
took over the duties of the housekeeper, as the previous housekeeper had
left in disgust.  It was not possible for me to marry her, because of my
title and mixed marriages were just not tolerated in this day, but there
was no doubt that we were very fon of one another, and she went with me
everywhere, although I soon became very much an outcast with the white
community.  This did not bother me, and with my Arab connections my
prosperity grew rapidly.

   Eventually having received news of my fathers death I had to return
home. I wanted to bring Jammarree with me, but she felt that she could not
stand the climate or being a lone black woman in a white community.  I gave
her, her freedom, and a sufficient income to return to her home or to make
such arrangements as she desired.  She was happy with this arrangement, and
I vowed that if possible I would eventually return to her, this had been my
firm intention when I arrived in England and still was .  Two weeks after
our visit to Lady Hammond our official engagement party had been planned by
Anne-Maries father.  This was a very grand affair, and was attended by
everyone in the county who was somebody.  It also included many dignitaries
from the City.  I was not a great socialite but this was a necessity which
had to be faced.  The house was full of guests who were stopping overnight
or longer and many had been lodged with other local gentry or local
hostelries.

   The night was in full swing and the fiddles were playing and everyone
was paying court to Anne - Marie and myself offering their congratulations.
The time came when the official announcement was to be made by his
Lordship, Anne- Marie was hanging on my arm, and was bubbling, she loved
being in the limelight, and this was an occasion which she had always
dreamed about.  The night had been traumatic, Lord and Lady Hammond had
arrived and she looked absolutely lovely.  I was now increasingly convinced
that I was indeed in love with her.  I was in a state of excitement just
seeing her again.

   She was accompanied by her husband who greeted me warmly, but Lady
Hammond was glowing.  Anne Marie told me later that her friend was in fact
pregnant, and if that was the case it must have been I concluded, from our
first meeting in the stable.  His Lordship Anne Maries father was just in
the middle of his announcement when their was an interruption in the
doorway and in the doorway stood a disheveled muddy and very smelly Hon bow
Lord Roger Winslow.  He was dirty and travel stained and extremely livid. I
could have a good guess at the reason because I had made sure that when I
took possession of his family home, that instructions were given that he
could not be re-admitted and must be forcibly ejected if necessary.  The
tenants of the estate had never liked him, and it seemed that they had
enjoyed the job of forcibly evicting him by way of a dung heap, or so I
learned later.

   He strolled across the room towards me his fist raised, shouting words
to the effect that I had stolen his land and home, and now I had also
stolen his fiancé.  I stood my ground but Anne-Marie wasted no time in
greeting him.  "I have no wish to marry a slaver and a murderer and
especially a pauper, be gone with you." I had to restrain Anne-Marie from
striking him, he in turn was so incensed that he raised his hand towards
Anne-Marie and I had to intervene, I caught and held his arm, and by that
time several house servants had arrived and carried him away without any
assistance from myself.

   Now I realised that their was no point in me carrying on with the
charade with Anne-Marie.  I knew Roger Winslow would not be far away from
her or me, and I suspected at the time that Anne-Marie would never make me
a good wife.  I believed, despite all her assurances that she could not be
faithful to any man for long, and I had no illusions on that score.  I knew
that my dear Lady Helen Hammond was the lady I loved, and it was obvious to
me that she would be widowed in a short time and that she was also carrying
my child.

   I spoke quietly to Anne-Maries father, and asked him to cancel tonight's
announcement until Anne-Marie's feelings were made clear, and we could make
an announcement unsullied by the type of interruption we had experienced
this evening.  Anne-Marie was furious with me, she wanted to continue, and
I in turn decided I had a good enough excuse to return home that night with
my valet and groom.

   I made my apologies to everyone, and as I was about to leave I found
Lady Helen at my elbow.  She said.  "Dear man I am so sorry.  I hope that I
was in no way the cause" I smiled down at her.  "Do not be dear lady - it
is you that I love and only you.  I will wait until the day comes that you
and I can marry.  It would be wrong of me to marry Anne-Marie if my
feelings for you are so strong." She was obviously embarrassed by my
remarks, and blushed.  "Dear man - do you know that I carry your child?  "
" Yes I do - Anne-Marie told me earlier.  I am delighted".  "My Lord but
despite our love I am still a married woman, and I ask you to treat
Anne-Marie well.  I think that you would do well to marry her for all our
sakes.  She really loves you.  "

   In the days that followed, I had to reluctantly admit that I missed
Anne-Marie.  Previously, I had spent so much time with her, and her
exciting personality, had been like a breath of fresh air in my life, that
breaking our betrothal had left me with a big hole in my life.  But my
affection for Lady Hammond at the time was so strong and seeing the
wretched Winslow, and thinking of him with Anne-Marie was hard to bear .  I
knew in my heart that I had used her badly, and she did not deserve it.

   Their was no doubt but I brooded over my actions and one evening I was
so terribly bored.  Living in the 16th century had its advantages, but
their was nothing to amuse me.  I had spent a lot of time in my fathers
hidey hole, and perused all his notes.  It was an evening when Emily was
busy on the accounts, and my Sister was catching up with some old friends.
It was just after dinner and twilight was fast approaching when I decided
to visit the stables to visit Devil my favorite stallion.  Devil had been
given to me as a foal by father, and during my absence he had done his duty
fathered many a colt on the farm.

   The sun was just setting but the setting sun was giving plenty of light
through the stable windows.  Devil as usual was glad to see me, and I was
feeding him with a handful of hay, when I became aware of the rustling in a
pile of hay behind me, turning round I saw a quite attractive young girl
lying on the hay.  She said " Be careful young man, if his Lordship do find
you messing with his stallion you will be in big trouble." I just laughed
"What feeding him hay?" I could not recollect ever seeing her before, but I
quickly noticed the accent.  For a few moments I wondered whether she was a
trespasser, but then by the way she was dressed I gathered she worked in
the house somewhere.  Curiosity made me lie down on the hay pile beside
this young lady.  "What's your name.  I am Tony?".  "Just call me Annie"
She said with a wicked smile.  "You are not from round here by the way you
speak.  I said noting a slight London accent.  "Nay Tony I am one of those
girls who had a horny stepfather, so I left home to get away from him" "You
are a long way from home then." "Home is where the heart is so my mam
always used to tell me." Annie responded.  "You know we should not be here
Tony, if his Lordship finds us we will both be in trouble." " Wow he must
be a fearsome sort of man if he does not like me feeding his horse, or you
resting here..  I am afraid I know little about him." "No he be quite nice
really, well as far as I knows, all the parlour maids seem to like him, but
I am only a scullery maid so I never sees him.  do I?  Miss Emily took pity
on me and gave me a job in the kitchens, which does me while I save a few
pence." I lay back on the hay, watching the light fade as dusk turned to
darkness.  Suddenly Annie sat up and leaning over she kissed me on the
lips. I responded..  "Tony you seem nice, but I think I should go back to
my room I have to be up early in the morning." I sat up "I will walk you
back to the house then." As we walked towards the house Annie took my hand,
until we came to an outside staircase which I knew led to the staff
quarters, when she turned and put her face up to be kissed.  "You can come
up with me, if you are not too shy, she said but be quiet." Quietly, we
went up two flights of stairs until we came to her floor and her room, She
opened the door, and we entered Annie lit a candle, then turning she slid
into my arms, and we kissed.  Then she whispered.  "You can stay if you
want to my Lord." I laughed and said "You knew who I was all along." She
chuckled "Yes my Lord I guessed, but the offer is still open." In bed Annie
turned on her side, and put her arm possessively across my chest.  I had to
admit that I felt she was a real sexy young lady.  I liked the way she had
played me along, and the fact she felt confident enough to do so. .  I
could feel my heart beat faster as she cuddled her body up against mine. 
Her beautiful expressive eyes were glued on to mine, in the light from the
one spluttering wick watching for my reaction, as once again without
speaking she bent over, and placed those luscious red lips on to mine.  Her
tongue exploring my mouth sexily, as I felt her free hand start to fondle
my hardness.  We rolled on to our sides as we kissed face to face, I put my
arms round her, and pulled her naked body close, her nipples standing proud
on those lovely breasts pressed hard into my chest as we kissed.

   The feel of her lovely body, and the sensations she was creating in me,
as her full and soft lips brushed sexily against mine followed by the tip
of her tongue, as she pushed it fully into my mouth in a passionate French
kiss.  Her hands took my face, and held it tight as she kissed me.  Her
long blonde hair flopped over my face, and once again the exotic waft of
her perfume did little to help my equilibrium.  My cock was erect as it
stood erect from my body, as Annie straddled me and I looked up to see the
moist vagina hovering just above my face as it descended on to my lips.

   Her pussy was neatly trimmed and was puffy and bulged out slightly, her
delicate slit marking the entrance to her love tunnel.  The fact that Annie
was straddling my head obscuring my face helped extinguish the last of my
inhibitions.  I knew exactly what she wanted as I set to work with my
tongue.

   It was not long before my probing tongue brought her to orgasm, I felt a
terrific sense of power as I knew that what I was doing was giving her such
exotic delight, she moaned loudly, as her juices flooded my face After a
while Annie moved down my body to position herself just above my cock as
she straddled my thighs, for a brief moment I felt her warm moist pussy
brushing against my cock as she lubricated the head to ease my penetration.
I felt her heels dig into my calf and her legs massaging my naked thighs,
as I gazed up hypnotically at her bobbing breasts and jutting nipples, as
she slowly and methodically rubbed the head of my cock over her pussy.. 
Then without speaking she leaned forward and eased my cock up inside her
waiting pussy..

   I groaned in pleasure, as the exotic feeling of my cock being embraced
in her warm wet love tunnel raced through my body.  A long deep moan of
pleasure escaped her full lips as she settled down on my hips.  The
sensation of her slippery vagina sliding down over my so-hard cock was
overpowering.

   "Oooohh!  That's nice," she gasped.  "Ooh!  Yes, all the way in My Lord
pleeese.  Uuuuuuuuh!

   With a whimper of pleasure she began moving up and down, her eyes shut
as she concentrated on the pleasure of being fucked, as I lay beneath her,
my hard cock sliding in and out of her highly aroused vibrating pussy.  She
seemed to be beside herself with lust!

   I felt Annie's vagina squeezing on the shaft of my cock as she continued
to rock and bounce on me.  The agonizing, exquisite sensation of yet
another climax started to build in my groin, and I wondered how long I
could last with this intoxicating young woman.

   I began to move together with her between her thighs, knowing from her
response that my writhing and frantic gasping only heightened her ecstasy,
and the force of the naked Annie bouncing on my cock strained my muscles
and joints.  My cock was being forced in and out of Annie's hot, slippery
vagina, as I exploded deep inside Annie with such a force that it seemed as
though for a few seconds that the room was spinning around me Only
Anne-Marie drained and exhausted me so much, and for me Annie was a good
substitute .Annie stiffened and let out a loud moan, almost a scream as she
too suddenly exploding into another climax.

   Even after I had been totally drained, Annie continued to bounce up and
down on my cock until it began to shrink and eventually slipped from within
her.  I didn't even notice that Annie had lifted herself off me until her
arms embraced me and those luscious lips came down on to mine, as she took
me into a hug and whispering in my ear to rest a while as we were not
finished yet.  We slept with her head on my shoulders and it was very early
in the morning that she left me.  I slept for a while longer, and then I
awoke quietly, dressed and made my way back to my room.

   Later that day, I decided to visit the kitchens, much to the horror of
many of the staff on my unexpected arrival in their domain, who certainly
had not ever expected me to invade their domain.  I made no criticism, but
smiled a lot and thanked them for all the hard work that they did.  I saw
for myself, what happened below stairs, and certainly I realised that it
was another world then the one I had been used to..  No dishwashers,
Fridges or Freezers but just the basic tools of a kitchen in the 16th
Century catering for a large country house.

   .I saw Annie with her arms in hot water up to her elbows, as she
scrubbed away at dirty pans.  Our eyes met, and I winked but made no effort
to talk to her, in case it caused her embarrassment.  I was determined that
Annie deserved a better job.  I had been impressed with her wit, and tact,
and I felt that she was underemployed, and took the matter up with Emily
later.  Emily was intrigued when I told her how I had met her, and she
decided to see whether Annie could be of assistance to her looking after
the books and other records.

































   Chapter 6 Jammarree Arrives

   It was a couple of weeks later that one night I had only been abed for
about one hour when their was a hammering on the door that woke the whole
house.  A few minutes later a clergyman was brought to my rooms.  "I am the
Rev Hapgood.  My Lord, and I carry a message from the captain of the
Mohammad lll which docked yesterday in Bristol.  He sent me on ahead to
tell you that your ex slave Jammarree, will be arriving on the morrow by
coach from Bristol." I was stunned and yet pleased that Jammarree was safe.
I had the Rev Hapgood given a room and refreshments and assured him I would
journey to Lichfield to fetch her.

   I waited impatiently outside the Winslow Arms.  It was a bright but very
cold morning and I wondered how Jammarree would fare in this bitter
weather. I had previously had two rooms set aside for Jammarree and myself
with Jenny the landlady.  In the inn.  I did not think that Jammarree would
wish to travel further this day.  I suspected we would use only one bed
that night, but for the sake of appearances I had taken the two rooms.

   Eventually the coach came in sight round the corner, and pulled to a
stop.  Jammarree was the first to alight wearing a straw hat, and carrying
a small bundle.  She rushed towards me her arms outstretched as I took her
in my arms and hugged her close to me.  There was a lot of pent up love in
that hug we gave each other.  Immediately my mind flicked back to the
painting in the art gallery, where I had met Jammarree in the 21st Century
and had led to my present situation..

   We entered the inn taking a table next to the roaring log fire and
ordered food.  Jammarree was very hungry.  She told me how as soon as I had
gone Roger Winslow had snatched her, and told her she was no longer free,
he had torn up her papers and kept her locked up.  She thought that he was
now probably sterile, as a result of his various venereal illnesses as he
had left her well alone sexually.

   On getting his passage to England having borrowed the fare he had
attempted to sell her, but my friend Amin had taken her from him.  Later he
had advised her to come to England to me and had put her in the care of a
returning missionary the Rev Hapgood missionary returning to England after
several years.  On arrival in England, the Rev Hapgood decided to travel
ahead to advise me of her return, while a friendly lady helped her buy a
few clothes, and saw her safely on the stage coach with instructions to the
driver.

   I sat in silence as she told me her story, becoming even more enraged as
it unfolded.  It was then that Jenny's husband who was the official tenant
of the Winslow Arms approached me and said in a very hostile voice.  "My
Lord I can not have a blackamoor in the guest rooms, but she may if she
wishes bunk down in the stables." I stood up and was about to hit him, when
Jenny his wife who was just clearing some dishes nearby intervened.  " She
stays in the room reserved for her by her Lordship and that's final." She
told her husband.

   I told him my voice cold with anger.  "I own these premises, and the
tenancy is given at my discretion.  Sire I think you have just given me due
cause to consider reviewing your tenancy here." Jenny was livid with her
husband, and set about him with a meat dish.  After we had gone to my room,
Jenny came and apologised for her husband.  I told her that I was ending
his tenancy, and transferring it to her instead, a move which was rather
unusual in those days.  " Whether you employ him or not, will be your
problem Jenny "I told her.  The next day we travelled back home.  Jammarree
was made welcome by everyone including my sister, where she was treated as
a guest, and ate with the family.  I had a meeting with Rev Hapgood
thanking him for looking after Jammarree, I then explained the problem that
we had relating to the local vicar.

   The arrival of the Rev Hapgood was fortunate.  It had been bothering me
that the so called Rev Sidney Morrow was making free with the women of the
parish, and carrying out the duties of being the Vicar whilst defrocked.. I
vowed therefore, that I would consult the Rev Hapgood, and if he measured
up seek his advice and , offer him the living with the Bishops approval.

   Jammarree was happy being looked after by my sister, and so some days
later the Reverend Hapgood, and I traveled to see the Bishop by
appointment. We explained the problem, and discussed the problems that
could occur by denouncing him.

   In the end, the Bishop came round to my view, probably influenced by the
large donation of gold pieces that I had donated to the Church funds.  That
all marriages carried out by the rogue vicar should be recognised by the
Church as they had been carried out by the participants ignorant of the
lack of qualification by Morrow, and in good faith.  Funerals we could do
nothing about, but Christenings could be re-arranged if people so wished.

   The Bishop was pleased to confirm the Rev Hapgood in the living.  His
cousin Jane was now in accommodation provided by Emily, and wished to have
nothing further to do with him t

   On the following Sunday, I and the family, and all the house staff went
to the church as normal.  When the so called Rev Morrow took his place in
the pulpit I stood up, and walking to the pulpit.  I pushed the protesting
man out of my way, and announced that the so called Rev Morrow was an
imposter and that the Bishop had approved the appointment of the Rev
Hapgood who would take his place.  I also confirmed that the Bishop was
seeking to bring the man Morrow to account.

   The Rev Hapgood took his place in the pulpit, and very professionally
told the congregation what had been agreed with the Bishop relating to
Marriages, Funerals and Christenings.  After church the parishioners were
gathered in groups discussing the mornings shock announcement.

   I had offered the Rev Hapgood the living and we had the Bishops approval
which relieved me of one of my most pressing problems.  In the meantime I
was being pressed by Emily Roper to give some attention to my properties in
London.  I felt that now would be a good time to call on Lord Archer and
tell him that I no longer wished to be affianced to his daughter
Anne-Marie.

   He almost had a heart attack on the prospect off having no savior for
his debts.  I did however, assure him that I would appoint a manager who
would report to Emily, to bring his properties back into profit.  I told
him he must curb his outgoings, and operate within a strict budget, or else
I would foreclose.  Anne-Marie was livid with rage, and threatened to sue
me for 'Breach of Contract' which was of course allowed in those days.  I
then assured her that if she wished to do so, then she should go ahead,
pointing out that we were not officially affianced, and that my offer of
help to her father would be removed, and we would foreclose on the estate
forthwith.  At this she quickly reconsidered her actions.  However, I did
feel rather guilty at the way in which I had treated Anne-Marie

   Satisfied that Jammarree was now safe, and with my family, and she had
decided to act as companion to my sister I decided the time was now ripe to
travel to London

   Jammarree had quickly managed to carve a niche for herself in the
household, and she was given a room next to my sister, which was also close
to mine.  We spent several nights together renewing our friendship, and
Emily understood that she held a special place in my affections .  I had
previously made arrangements to have my arch enemy Roger Winslow followed,
as he made his way round London, where he had many contacts.  He had tried
to get access to the old Winslow home, but I had taken steps to ensure that
the staff their did not admit or befriend him in any way.  I got weekly
reports on his movements and activities.

   He had, according to my reports been making vast use of previous
acquaintances and friends, he had borrowed money, and scrounged
accommodation from a variety of sources.  But in time these contacts began
to shut their doors to him, encouraged by my agents who took great care in
blackening his character in any way possible.  He was fast wearing out his
welcome from all these sources.  He apparently had been offered sanctuary
by one of the new rich Northern Industrialists who offered him funds to
marry his overweight and very plain daughter.  Winslow was keen to accept
this offer, until I deliberately spread the word that he had or was
suffering from several venereal diseases caught in Zanzibar.  The offer was
of marriage was quickly withdrawn, and he was back without hope.  The only
point of saving grace, and indeed the only asset he had was his title.  I
knew that many families would willingly marry their daughters to him just
for the title.  This possibility was a big danger to my plans, and I had to
be sure that this did not happen.

   The time was coming when I knew I had to act to end it all.  Friends
were growing tired of his company, and his continual sponging and society
at large had come to appreciate that he was indeed on a downward spiral. 
The time was approaching when even I began to feel slightly sorry for him,
but that soon changed when I thought of the suffering he had inflicted on
Jammarree, and to so many other people.  The suffering he was experiencing
was nothing to the evil he had been responsible for, and especially the
evil he had done to my beloved Jammarree, and her family He had started
visiting brothels in the city when he was in funds, and had been ejected
and beaten up for non payment, and for raucous and drunken behaviour.

   This was good news for me, and now it was my intent to accelerate the
downward spiral in any way I could, thus ensuring his eventual destruction.
An outline plan was forming in my mind, and to that end I sent orders to
the Captain to bring the Sloop Mohammad ll which had just loaded with a
return cargo, round to the port of London to await further instructions. 
She had loaded in Bristol, and was about to return to Zanzibar and was due
to berth in London within a few days.

   On arriving in London Emily Roper and I, got settled into our London
Home then we decided to visit 35 Curzon street.  We went without warning
and found it was a large spacious house, previously having belonged to a
wealthy family who had lost their fortune, through sheer neglect.  Large
parts of the house were in decay and unused.  The house was dirty and the
girls looked seedy, and past the age when customers would wish to be
entertained by them.  The Madam in charge a lady by the name of Daisy
Watling an ex whore herself was well sizzled on gin when we arrived, she
was slutty in appearance and it did not take us long to find out that she
had been helping herself to the profits.

   Within an hour we had ejected her on to the streets, and recovered over
250 guineas from her belongings We closed the premises, and told the girls
to clean the place up, and themselves while we made a decision on the
future of the premises.  I was convinced that this was the bottom end of
the market.  We would need to implement much needed improvements, as I was
wishing to make our brothels more efficient.  Meanwhile, we moved along the
street to No 75 and there we found that there was a considerable
improvement both in the standard of the girls employed, and the cleanliness
of the premises, but there was still much to be done.  Emily and I talked
long into the night and we decided that we would improve number 35 and
bring it to a much higher standard, but with No 75 we would move it up
market to become a "Gentleman's Club".  We planned to introduce bigger and
better gaming tables, a high class restaurant, and one of the new sauna's
from Sweden that we had heard such a lot about.  In addition their would be
a number of hostesses who would entertain members either for a short
period, and overnight if required.  They would be capable of providing
members with a wide range of sexual services.  In this case, we decided to
keep the present Madame to help with recruitment of new younger girls and
to train them where necessary.

   The membership costs would be high enough to attract only the upper
class's, or wealthy industrialists.  In addition, discretion would be the
keyword in these operations.  The only problem we had would be who we could
put in charge of all these structural changes.  Suddenly it occurred to me
that probably the best person would be the streetwise Annie, who I had met
in the stables and had spent a few relaxing nights with.  Emily was firmly
opposed to this idea, but I argued she was street wise and knew London
well, and we would let her monitor and arrange all the building work.  If
she did a good job then we could consider further responsibilities for her.

   We sent for her as a matter of post haste, and she joined us five days
later.  In the meantime we had ascertained that she was not wanted for
murder or anything else.  She arrived bright eyed, and very curious as to
why she had been sent for.  However,.  when it was explained to her what
was required, and gave her a budget to get the job done she could not
believe her luck.

   We moved her into our new town house at Portland Square which previously
was the Winslow residence, where Emily and I were both living and Emily set
about providing a new wardrobe for Annie in line with her new post and
responsibilities.  Annie took to her new responsibilities with zest and
vigor and even Emily had to agree that she was indeed a good choice.

   At this time I had recently decided to take my seat in the House of
Lords, where I was greeted enthusiastically by most of the peers.  It was
obvious to me that my newly acquired wealth, was a great source of
discussion, and before long I was being approached by a number of needy
causes.  However the House of Lords was desperately dull, and I soon became
bored with the City of London and both Emily and I were longing to get back
home.  I spent a lot of time with Annie and each day she increasingly
impressed me with her astute observations, and the way in which she handled
both the builders and the recruitment of new girls.  Both clubs were soon
due to open well ahead of time, and Annie was the person who must take all
the credit for this.  The builders did not like being ordered around by a
young attractive girl, but they soon realised that she had my backing, and
they soon knew which side their bread was buttered.  on.  Meanwhile, I had
met the Mohammad II when she docked and I had a long conference with the
captain.  I made it clear that Winslow would be signed on as an ordinary
seaman, but he was not to arrive alive in Zanzibar.  He was to be employed
on the most demeaning and soul destroying jobs, and the captain and crew
were allowed to treat him in the most soul destroying ways they could
devise Above all if he survived, he was to be thrown alive to the sharks in
the Red Sea as a retribution to the way in which he had treated Jammarree
and her family.

   I was on the dock side with Jammarree now dressed in the latest
fashions, when Winslow was brought to the ship by my agents.  He was
sozzled with drink, but aware enough to recognise Jammarree and myself.  I
told him he had to work his passage back to Zanzibar, and his treatment was
in part payment for his treatment of Jammarree.

   The captain received him and he was quickly stripped of his clothes and
washed by the hands from the deck water pump.  As he was taken below to
await his fate, the captain ordered sails to be set, and the tide being
right the Mohammad II turned seaward.  I stood and watched her go, but
nowhere in my heart could I find any form of remorse for my actions. 
Jammarree watched as the ship sailed and then threw her arms round my neck
and kissed me, and thanked me.

   In the following week we returned to Wiltshire, and my home in time to
hear that Lady Hammond was now a widow.  I attended her husbands funeral.
Anne-Marie was their and she just ignored me.  I knew that it would be at
least a year before I could announce my betrothal to Lady Hammond, as she
had to go through the official period of a years mourning.  We did however
agree that at the end of the official mourning period we could announce our
engagement.  Though at the time I thought that Lady Hammond agreed rather
reluctantly.

   Anne Marie was back at court, but she had not forgotten my treatment of
her.  In a way I had become quite fond of her.  She was pretty, vivacious
and fun to be with and I missed her..  I think then had it not been because
of my love for Lady Hammond, and if I could have trusted her to be loyal to
me I might still have married her.

   It was one evening about four weeks after I had finished my business
with Winslow that I was making love to Jammarree.  I was conscious that I
had avenged Jammarree's treatment and my reason for being here now was
done. She had arrived at my bedroom unexpectedly, but as always I was glad
to see her.  She was particularly excited that evening and we were soon in
the bed.  I held her close and kissed her gently wrapping my arms round
her. Her eyes were closed, as we kissed her tongue swirling around mine. 
Her lips were soft and wet and her body was warm and pressed hard against
mine.  Her perfume I recognised as one that Emily had bought for me to give
to her, whilst I was in London it was very erotic, and I could feel my
arousal come to its full size Jammarree as usual was extremely passionate
as always, but tonight somehow she was different from before.  We had
always enjoyed our love making, but tonight had an extra quality to it. 
She kissed my neck my throat and ears, leaving no area unkissed.  She had
lovely firm breasts and as I fondled them I knew from her responses that
tonight for her, for some reason was something special .  Her nipples
seemed extra sensitive to my fondling.  I had always admired Jammarrees
breasts, they were beautifully firm, with huge dark nipples that sat right
in the centre.  I fondled them reverently and Jammarrees body responded
with a shiver and a gasp My darling "I love you so much you will always be
mine for all time" she whispered.  I took as much of each nipple in my
mouth as I could and sucked hard on each nipple in turn.  Jammarree was her
usual sensuous sex loving self, but all the time tonight seemed very
special, her breathing was erratic and her body twisting and turning and
her moans were long and loud.

   She lay back on the bed and spread her legs.  "Sire its time to -come to
me now quickly." I lay back on the bed and she straddled me, as we started
moving and within seconds that she went over the edge with the most
intense, longest orgasm that I had ever experienced from any woman before.
I gradually came round as my juices flooded up into her and I knew that
something had somehow changed.  I looked up to see her beautiful smiling
black face leaning down to kiss me.  But this was a different Jammarree> I
looked round and I realised that I was back in the 21st century.  This was
a different Jammarree

   "Thank you my darling, for everything.  You have avenged me, Winslow is
now dead.  "She kissed me fondly and we drifted off to sleep with her held
closely in my arms.  I awoke later and Jammarree was still asleep.  I
wrapped my arms closely around her to hold her tight.  Then I realised that
she had a lovely smooth back, her scars had disappeared.  I sat up and
rolled her over on to her stomach and I could see that her back was free of
all those horrible deforming scars.  I looked around me, and I realised
that I really was back in her bedroom with the original Jammarree that I
had met in the art gallery.

   She rolled over on to her back and smiled up at me.  She spoke quietly
and lovingly." My darling Anthony now we can be together for the rest of
our life, and now we can have that family that we used to talk about."

   "But your scars - have I been dreaming.  I asked She just smiled
enigmatically at me, and she took hold of both my hands and showed them to
me and I realised that the three rings I had purchased as Lord Amesworth
were still there on my fingers.'

   Yes my darling you still have those, but this is the most precious jewel
of all and this is ours to keep." As she spoke she was playing with my
cock, She straddled me, and as we made passionate love I could feel my seed
flooding deep into her waiting womb, but something was happening and as I
clasped her lovely body to me I could feel the scars on her back.

   Jammarree was looking down at me with relief in her face "My darling, I
thought I had lost you." She said I had to fight hard to bring you back . I
sighed, I had slipped back 400 years again, back to being His Lordship Lord
Anthony Amesworth.  But I could not be unhappy I still had my Jammarree,
and lady Helen and so many beautiful women to fill my life



























   Chapter 7 A New Life

   It was a usual wet Wiltshire morning in November 1600 as I reined in
Devil my beloved black stallion, and dismounted under a large oak tree to
shelter from the torrential rain.  When we had left home that morning the
sun had been shining, but the weather had deteriorated badly as we had
traveled.  When the rain had first started I had galloped on ahead, leaving
Hudson my valet and Mistress Emily Roper my estates manager and personal
assistant to the bumpy ride in the coach.  I hated riding the coach on
these badly made up tracks that passed for roads in this time.  The coach
lacked proper springing and was very uncomfortable.  Now of course the
coach with my valet, and staff were some way behind, so I had to wait for
them to arrive.

   It seemed that I was now destined to spend the rest of my natural
existence as Lord Anthony Amesworth in the year of our Lord 1599 in the
reign of Queen Elizabeth the First.  However, I was not too disenchanted
when I reviewed all my options.  The fact that I had not returned
permanently to the 21st century was not a great disaster, when I considered
the luxury and the power that I now held in this time and place.

   Previously the descendant of my former mistress, the African slave
Jammarree, had through some unknown mystical powers, returned me to the
year 1599 to exact revenge on the Hon Richard Winslow, a man who had an
evil past, and had been an enemy to us both in my previous lifetime.  It
had been relatively easy for me to destroy him, as his father had gambled
away his inheritance, and I had foreclosed on the Winslow estate.  I had
quite easily arranged the downfall of the impoverished Hon Richard Winslow
and had him pressed as a deck hand aboard one of my ships, with
instructions that his live body to be consigned to the sharks in the Red
Sea from one of my ships.  It was the fate to which he had so willingly
consigned so many of his slaves to previously, after he and his cohorts had
used them sexually.

   At the time Richard Winslow had made it abundantly clear that having
copulated with black female slaves he would not take the risk of them
bearing any of his illegitimate children.  After he and his friends had
finished having their way with them, they would beat them and torture them
for pure amusement, and then toss them still alive and conscious and
bleeding to the sharks.  Jammarree had seen her mother and sisters suffer
that fate at his hands.  It had only been her natural beauty, and good
luck, which had saved her life, probably her possible value in the Zanzibar
slave market, had also had a bearing on it...

   To ensure that the Hon Richard Winslow would fall into my clutches I had
become betrothed to his fiancé, the beautiful Hon Anne-Marie Archer.  She
was totally unaware of her fiancé's past misdemeanors, and his sexually
diseased activities.  I had no compunction in revealing them to her and she
had quite willingly betrothed herself to me.  I was aware however that the
lovely Anne-Marie was easy with her affections , and despite our proposed
betrothal .  I suspected she would give herself to any man who took her
fancy.  Partly because this was in her nature, and partly to save her poor
father from financial ruin.  He had like many foolish gentry gambled their
wealth away in gambling rooms set up by my parent, and which I had
inherited.

   Because I had deceived Anne-Marie about my intentions, and because I had
fallen desperately in love with the Lady Helen Hammond and broken off our
engagement when I had settled with Winslow...  I had spared her father the
ignominy of foreclosure on his estate, partially because I was a little
ashamed at having deceiving his daughter, and partially because the poor
man had suffered enough..  His estate was now under my control to bring it
back into profit so that he could repay the debt owed to me.  However, his
daughters silence was the price of my help, and I had made it clear that
should she cross my path and cause me any mischief then I would not
hesitate to foreclose.

   Part of my inherited wealth came from two brothels in Curzon Street
London.  They had recently been refurbished and I was on my way to try out
some new girls for my brothels and gaming rooms.  I looked to obtain young
ladies who were well born, and who had fallen on hard times.  They must
have good looks and be intelligent with a good level of conversation.  But
above all they must prove themselves to be adept at entertaining my clients
between the bed sheets.

   I wanted and must have girls who took to fucking like a duck took to
water; they must have the ability to entertain people of wealth and
position.  They must be honest, and if they were lucky enough to land a
husband or a gentleman who would willingly take them as his wife or
mistress, then I wished them well, there were plenty of young ladies
looking for positions.  But above all, I it was a great joy for me to take
their virginity, and I thoroughly enjoyed training them.

   Mistress Annie an ex kitchen maid of mine was now the mistress of the
brothels.  She was an astute London born young lady, and her selection and
management of them was beyond criticism.  Many of the girls baulked at the
idea of becoming a whore, but by the time Annie and I had broken them in,
they were quite happy to earn their fortune in my employ.  Usually they had
no alternative.

   Now it was the year 1599 and my beloved lady Hammond was now a widow,
and a very wealthy widow, and we had privately declared our love for each
other.  It was our wish that we become betrothed after the official
mourning period was over, and a decent interval had passed.  She was the
mother of my new born son who to all intents and purposes was the progeny
and heir of her late aged husband.  But Helen and I knew otherwise. 
Unfortunately, my late fiancée Anne - Marie who at the time was the Lady
Helens closest friend, knew who the father of Helens child was - she had,
after all arranged it and connived in our illicit coupling.

   Now of course the very beautiful Anne-Marie was my bitter enemy at my
having broken our proposed betrothal - her hatred at being publicly jilted
knew no bounds.  The only thing that kept her from revealing her knowledge
of my coupling with Lady Helen, was that her father was so much in debt to
me, and she knew full well, that I would foreclose on her father's estate
immediately if she spoke out of turn.

   I had after my previous adventures made a brief appearance back in the
year 2005 to my 21st century Jammarree but when we thought all was well.  I
had been somehow reverted again back to the sixteenth century and so here I
was, the very rich, the very handsome, immoral and well endowed Lord
Anthony Amesworth.  For some unknown reason Jammarree had not been able to
restore me fully back to the year 2005 and keep me there.  And I was now
resigned to the fact that I was trapped in this time zone.  She had hinted
at the beginning that it may not be possible for me to make a full return.
But she had endowed me with many enhanced personal attributes that made me
a favourite of the ladies.  A most precious gift in this the reign of Her
Majesty Elizabeth the first where infidelity was common as long as it was
done with discretion...

   I must admit I was glad that I still had the original Jammarree whom I
had rescued, and who later had made her way to England from Zanzibar, who
was now bearing my child as was my sister and who now lived as a companion
to my sister at the Manor House.  The ladies had arranged that Jammarree
should act as nursemaid to both of my progeny.  It had been my Jammarree or
her descendants in the 21st century, who had sent me back to avenge her
mother and sisters.

   Now, I was on reflection, happy to stay here.  I was arguably the
richest man in England, and I definitely would be the richest man in the
country when Helen and I could marry.  Her estate was vast and would also
be under my control, until our son was old enough to come into his
inheritance.  My personal wealth was increasing all the time, and my
estates and shipping interests had prospered, and so indeed did my brothels
and gambling ventures in London which had been started by my late father.
Above all I was a man of wealth, breeding and looks and I was a firm
favourite with the ladies.  It was accepted that men of my class could sow
their seed where they may, which of course I was happy to do..

   I was considered a bit of a crank or oddball by many, as I had much
against the custom of the times appointed women into positions of
responsibility.  My personal agent, and one of my mistress's, was Mistress
Emily Roper who was in charge of all of my investments and interests.  She
had proved herself capable and honest and I had rewarded her well.  I had
also created an outrage by giving the tenancy of one of my inns, a former
property of the Winslow family to the former landlords wife, which also had
been a good move.  But above all I had handed the management of my two
London brothels to an ex kitchen maid Annie Stammers, a cockney born and
bred.  Who now with Emily Ropers guidance, and tutelage had proved herself
a real asset?

   Now as I sheltered from the pouring rain I resolved that to journey to
the City of Bath today on horseback would be very uncomfortable, and I
fancied I would indeed get soaked; my business could well wait until
another day.  I decided therefore to journey to Litchfield and to the newly
named George Inn for the night.  As soon as the coach came up to me I
instructed them to carry on to Bath, and I would join them on the morrow.

   With the rain still belting down and the wind in my face I mounted Devil
and within an hour I pulled in outside the George Inn.  A hostler came out
and took Devils reins and I instructed him to rub him down well and feed
him with best quality oats.  I insisted on the best care for my mount at
all times.

   Mistress Jenny greeted me in the doorway.  "My Lord welcome let me take
thy wet clothes, and thou must take a seat near the fire." Indeed it was a
welcome sight to see the massive log fire blazing in the grate and she
shooed away some local customers to allow me to sit in peace.  I was soon
feeling much warmer.

   Jenny brought me a steaming jug of mulled ale, and I bade her sit by my
side, and tell me the news.  She was a buxom wench and she looked really
bonny.  I vowed I would not sleep alone that night if Jenny knew what was
good for her.  "How goes things with you now Jenny?" I asked.  "Well my
Lord and I thank ee for the opportunity thee has given me.  I have lost my
man George, he could not work under me and so he took to drinking, and he
was later taken up by the press two months past.  He is now apparently on
one of Her Majesties Warships.  I doubt not that her Majesties navy will
put up with his moods, or his drinking."

   "Dost thou regret losing thy man Jenny?" I asked.  "Nay My Lord.  Tis no
loss at all, and there is many a good man around willing to keep my bed
warm if I so desire." "Now my Lord, thee must excuse me I must be about my
business, there will be a warm stew for thee in thy room when thee are
ready.  I have sent a girl to make the fire up for thee sire and to put a
hot brick in the bed."

   "Tis not a hot brick I desire Mistress Jenny, but perhaps thee knows of
a buxom landlady who might favour me with her charms this night?  Jenny
blushed with pleasure as the meaning of my words sunk in "Aye my Lord that
I do, how could a grateful landlady refuse such a generous invitation
indeed?"

   I stood at the window of my room gazing at the driving rain, the
distortion of the glass making the street outside a myriad of shapes and
colours.  I knew Mistress Jenny would be with me before long and I was not
to be disappointed.

   For a time I fell asleep by the roaring log fire while I awaited
Mistress Jenny.  In fact I must have slept very sound indeed because when I
awoke I saw that the fire had been banked up with fresh logs and I had not
heard the maid do so.

   We lay down looking at one another, I put my arm round Jenny and she
rested her head on my shoulder.  We lay there like that for a long time
just feeling each others bodies and giving each other little kisses.  I
could feel her breasts pushing hard against my chest.  Her nipples were
hard like a pair of bullets.  As we were doing this I let my hands wander
down her beautiful soft warm body.

   After a while she pulled away and her hand went down and grabbed my
cock. We both moaned little happy moans as her soft hands fondled my very
hard cock.  I put one hand on her buttocks and gently pushed my forefinger
into her rectum.  She moaned and pushed hard against me.

   To my surprise she co-operated and she raised her upper leg and put her
knee on my hip.  This made it much easier for me.  I let my fingers slide
forward, until they came in contact with her vagina from behind.

   She was warm and wet and I guessed ready for anything.  I started
stroking her clit and she was moving in conjunction with me.  I let my
finger part her lips and start exploring her vagina; she moaned and pushed
harder against me.

   At the same time she was fondling my cock and I was so hard it was
almost hurting we continued exploring each others bodies for a few more
moments.  Her kissing became even more passionate, and then Jenny pulled
away, she whispered in a loud hoarse whisper "I want you inside me my
Lord."

   She looked up at me and smiled.  But at that moment we were only
considering ourselves.  I pushed gently as my cock started sliding into her
love tunnel.  Jenny carefully let me go in as far as she was comfortable,
then she let me move in a little farther until I felt that I was in as far
as I could go..  She looked up at me and smiled so I pulled out a bit and I
pushed into her and then stopped.  "Go on My Lord." .  I started moving in
and out pushing in a little farther each time.  I was in as far as I could
go.  I stopped and looked down into Jenny's eyes; she put her arms round my
neck and started giving me passionate kisses as she ground her body against
mine.  All the time she was moving her hips in time with me.

   Then her body started vibrating, then as her body went stiff I knew that
she was coming, she let out a little half scream.  I held my cock right up
inside her, as her vagina muscles started vibrating on my cock and within
seconds I was pumping load after load of my juices into her.

   Finally, Jenny's body stopped vibrating and she looked up at me and
smiled as she said.  , "The woman who gets you my Lord will be the luckiest
woman alive.  I looked down at her and said.  "Thankee very much Jenny that
was one of the nicest things anyone has said to me."

   As she spoke I was still moving gently, I knew I would be cumming again
soon as Jenny started moving with me again.

   I could feel my orgasm building and suddenly I started coming as I
started spurting into her Jenny went wild as she also started having
another orgasm...  Her body was tossing from side to side she was moaning.
I seemed to go on forever until we rolled apart panting as we tried to get
our breath back I put my arm round Jenny and she snuggled up to me.  I knew
that she would only give me a few moments before she wanted more.

   Jenny left me during the early hours and I awoke later as two maids came
in with hot water and Jenny herself came to shave me.  It was much more
pleasant than having Hudson because I could play with Jenny's tits while
she worked.  Although she did warn me to cease with a giggle s the razor
approached my ears.

   Next Chapter 8 Trouble on the Horizon Chapter 8

   The morning came quickly, the rain had stopped and we were blessed with
some watery sunlight filtering through the clouds I sent a message to the
stables for Devil my stallion to be saddled and made ready as I prepared
for my final leg of the journey to Bath.  It was my hopes that when the
business was finished that I would be able to partake of the hot baths that
were so popular and so well known.  I was just about to depart when a party
of travelers arrived in a great flourish and with much noise outside.  I
thought I would tarry awhile, and see what was afoot.  I saw a youth of
about eighteen years enter the inn.

   "Fetch me the innkeeper this instant." He yelled at one of the chamber
maids.  I sat back in a corner seat to watch events, as Jenny came from the
kitchens rubbing her hands on her apron.  "I want the landlord." He
shouted. "I am the landlord or the innkeeper." Jenny insisted.  "Fie woman
thou cannot be - you are a woman." "I assure you sire that I am the tenant
of this inn as directed and appointed by Lord Amesworth." "Ha that cowardly
rascal.  He is the one who had my uncle killed and stole my estate.  I
assure you madam that you will soon be replaced when I recover my
inheritance." "Sire, I know not who you are, but are you sure that you
would care to say that to his Lordships face." "Bring him on madam and I
will face him." "Fear not sire, he is standing just behind thee and has
heard every braggart word you have uttered." The youth turned to face me
his face pale and pinched with sudden anxiety.  "You have a lot to say for
yourself for one of such tender years." I remarked.  He was obviously
aghast at being faced down by me, as he struggled to draw his sword.  "Draw
that sire and I will cut you down where you stand I informed him, as I drew
one of my pistols and pointed at him, or perhaps you would care to join me
and explain your alleged grievance.  "I am challenging you sire to a duel
and you are refusing my challenge sire?" "I do not duel with children or
youngsters wet behind the ears." As I spoke I fired my pistol and put a
ball in the floor at the tip of his boot.  At the same time I drew my other
pistol and held it at the ready.  "Now you can either talk or die." I
informed him.  Reluctantly he sat across the table in front of me.  "Who
are you?" I asked.  "I am now Lord Harold Winslow, heir to the Winslow
estates." "There are no estates, they were gambled away by the late Lord
Winslow's father and the remainder has been sequestered by me.  However,
there is still the amount of 5000 guineas outstanding which I assume you
are willing to recompense me, now you have inherited the title." He visibly
sagged in front of me and for the first time I began to feel a little sorry
for him.  "I have little money sire..  We have only a small estate in
Wessex which is only worth that amount itself.  "Pray sir, how do you know
you have inherited the title?" "I was informed of my inheritance by the Hon
Anne Marie - Archer." He replied.  "It is not common knowledge that your
uncle has expired and it seems that the Hon Anne Marie to whom both your
uncle and later I, were both betrothed is using you for her own ends.  But
in any case the estate has been sequestered quite legally, as a result of
gambling debts on which I held the notes."

   The poor lad seemed quite shattered he said.  "My Lord I must apologise
it seems I have been badly misled." "Thank you, that was well said.  I
admire your spirit and I wonder sire whether It may be that if you are
prepared to serve me honestly I can put you in the way of restoring your
family fortunes...  Are you interested sire?" The lads face brightened up
and I then I said.  "I am a very rich man and I have many business
interests.  I am always on the look out for young honest men who are
willing to come in with me.  It will provide opportunities for us both to
prosper, in my service.  I may will require you to go to Africa and
Zanzibar as my agent.  eventually But beforehand you will spend time with
Mistress Emily to learn the business Are you interested?" His face
brightened up.  "Oh yes my Lord." Well then go home, and put your affairs
in order and report to my agent the Mistress Emily at my London address
within one month and she will brief you in my affairs if she finds you
suitable."

   It was later in the day when I arrived in the city of Bath at our city
house.  My agent Mistress Emily was awaiting me in my private rooms, She
was dressed in a gown and ready for bed and after a bath and refreshments
we got down to the urgent business awaiting my arrival .  She also informed
me that one of my ships the Mohammad IV had arrived in the port of Bristol
and was currently unloading a cargo of spices and a variety of other goods
. It had brought a large shipment of gold for me, which was currently being
weighed and bagged for storage.

   It was of great concern to me that no proper banking system existed and
such banking that was being carried out was in café's, such as Lloyds in
the city of London, which I knew having previously lived in the 20th
century was the forerunner of the present 21st banking system.  I discussed
the possibility with Mistress Emily in bed that night of setting up our own
banking system, and printing our own receipts or currency.  She took some
convincing that it was a possibility and it took a long time for me to
explain the system where people might deposit their gold and receive a form
of paper receipt in exchange

   She began to understand that the receipts would only be issued against
the gold on deposit, or other securities like the deeds for land or other
valuable assets.  It was now becoming extremely embarrassing, as I now had
large quantities of gold for which we had no immediate use.  The urgent
business was now done and Emily slipped on to my lap and we started to kiss
as a preamble to our once again making love.  "My Lord I don't know how you
get such ideas but it could work." As she finished speaking, she had
started smothering me with her luscious body and all thoughts of further
business disappeared.



   Emily was a most ardent and accomplished lover and soon she had disrobed
me and we were in the adjoining bed chamber.  I started kissing her on her
smooth neck and mouth Emily quickly lay back on to the bed, her arms
reaching out for me.  "Oh, My Lord, I keep reminding you that you don't
have to be gentle with me.  I'm not a virgin as you well know" "You may not
be, but you know full well madam that I am," I said facetiously.  Emily
started giggling.  "You're too funny.  My Lord" Emily pushed me away and
sat up.  She reached down and she arranged her hair and took of her night
gown...  "You have a lovely body." I told her as I watched her arrange her
hair, whilst I disrupted her toilet by playing with her nipples through the
giggles and her moans of contentment...

   When she eventually laid back and was ready for me I continued to fondle
her naked breasts, I gently pinched the nipples, bringing little screams of
joy.  I pushed her back on the bed.  Leaning over her I kissed her gently
but with increasing passion on her lovely full lips.  She pulled my head
down to her nipples, moving my head alternately between them both, so that
neither should feel neglected.

   After about a minute I moved down pushing her legs apart, as I started
gently licking her clitoris.  Her body froze, and she gave a little scream
and suddenly my face was flooded with her juices.  "No one but you My Lord
has ever done that to me.  She murmured.  "Please, sire I want you inside
me now" Emily spread her legs and pulled me on top of her.  She wrapped her
arms round my neck, and kissed me passionately.  She reached down and
positioned my cock at the entrance to her love tunnel.  I started moving my
hips as I pushed gently into her .She was extremely tight and extremely
wet.

   She started moving gently with me and we settled into a steady rhythm of
movement.  Gradually the tempo increased and she started to breathe more
heavily, then she started to move her hips in a slight sideways motion With
each down stroke, Emily was using her muscles in spasms around my cock as I
moved in and out Emily began to breathe harder.  She started moving with me
her timing synchronized with mine.  "She cried out "Oh, My Lord, I'm
cumming.  Please cum with me." I was very near cumming and I increased the
tempo.  "Oh My Lord, My Lord please.  Fuck me harder!" As her body tensed I
started shooting inside her.  I thought for a brief moment I was going to
pass out.  "Roll over sire," Emily said.  Emily moved her head down and
began to suck my cock.  She moaned contentedly as she cleaned my cock and
his scrotum, she kept at her task until I was perfectly clean She moved up
and laid her head on my shoulder and kissed me on the cheek.  "My Lord can
you make me a baby before I get too old." "Is that what you really want?" I
asked softly.  "Yes my Lord - but we will have to find someone to cover for
me while I am giving birth." "Yes Emily.  That is true.  This brings to
mind the fact that I have hired a young man to take over the management of
my interests in Zanzibar.  It is the new Lord Winslow I think however, that
I must allow thee to recruit and train your own replacement.  But you can
train him and use him as your assistant for a time, if you so wish."

   Nights spent with Mistress Emily were always long, exciting and full of
passion.  She was one of the best therapists.  I know now, why my father
had made her his mistress before he died.

   The next morning I explained further about the young Lord Winslow and
how he had been deceived by Anne-Marie.  "That woman has no sense at all"
Emily retorted as we worked to draw up the papers for the foreclosure of
the Archer estate.  That was a long job.  The next morning Emily set out to
visit Lord Archer and present him with the papers for the foreclosure of
his estate.  It was a long journey, I left it to Emily to carry out my
wishes

   On her return the following day Mistress Emily told me that strangely
Anne-Marie was in residence, but apparently Her Majesty has released her,
because of her fathers ill health.  When .  Emily explained that she had
come to deliver notice of foreclosure on the estate, unless you can pay the
outstanding debt of 11000 guineas by the end of the month.  My Lord will
foreclose.  You broke the agreement that you made and now unfortunately he
has decided to act."

   Anne-Marie acted completely out of character.  Mistress Roper Her
Majesty is aware of my situation and she is summoning his Lordship to her
presence for an explanation.  She had authorized the Earl of Essex to
arrest his Lordship if he fails to respond to her Majesty's summons in a
reasonable time.  She then said Mistress Roper "I am at a loss to
understand why his Lordships love has turned to hate now that Lord Winslow
is dead and gone." Mistress Emily feeling slightly sorry for her replied.
"Alas mistress I do believe his Lordship does have some feelings for you,
but he wants a wife he can trust and he needs a wife who is faithful to him
and can give him an heir.  "But Mistress Emily in truth ,I have not lain
with another man, since his Lordship so cruelly abandoned me.

   On her return Mistress Emily told me that she felt so sorry for her. 
She decided to waive the foreclosure until I had been to see Her Majesty.
That evening a courier arrived and presented me with a summons to make
myself available to Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth at nearby Warwick Castle
when she arrived in the City of Warwick a few days hence.  I was well aware
that the lady herself was very demanding and I put my head together with
Mistress Emily in our bed that evening, on the matter of what form of
tribute I should pay Her Majesty.

   Mistress Emily thought for a while and she said.  "Sire the thought
occurs to me that she has in mind to wed you off to Anne-Marie.  You are
well past the age when a man of your circumstances would be expected to
wed. She invariably has one or two ladies in waiting that she wishes to
dispense with and it is her policy to wed them off to some noble to be rid
of them.  So the chances are that you may be forced to wed one of her
favourites."

   Mistress Emily had articulated the very fear that had been on my mind
and which privately caused me much concern.  Then Mistress Emily suggested
with a crafty smile on her face.  "Sire it is well known that the lady is
very greedy and never has enough gold in her coffers to spend on her
various whims, would it not divert her thoughts were you to make her a
handsome personal tribute of gold and a variety of gems?  The other
possibility my Lord would be to re-affiance yourself to the Lady
Anne-Marie, I am sure sire that you still have a fondness for her ."

   "Aye Mistress the thought had occurred to me, but I would sooner see
what lady she offers me and whether she does indeed insist, before I travel
down that path again.  In any case My Lady Hammond awaits the end of the
formal grieving period before we can announce our intentions and I fear
great complications in that quarter were I to announce my intention to
marry another.

   Meanwhile Mistress Joan who was the Manageress of my two brothels in
Curzon St was due shortly to give me a report on the progress of the second
stage of rebuilding and refitting which was going on under her supervision.
We had agreed that No 35 Curzon Street should be upgraded to a higher class
house which would be an out and out brothel, but number 75 should become a
Gentleman's club with superior rooms, a gambling hall, a high class
restaurant and some very classy hostesses who would be willing to provide
such entertainment and distractions as the gentlemen may require to pass
their leisure time, with discretion.

   The policy was of course that all this would be very costly and only
those gentlemen who could afford the hefty membership fee would be admitted
to membership.  Mistress Emily herself would oversee both establishments.

   Indeed a little sooner than I expected Mistress Joan arrived the next
morning accompanied by two young well dressed ladies.  She greeted me with
a big kiss and a hug as we had been occasional lovers since her days as a
housemaid at the Manor, which was my country home.  Later that day I sent
Mistress Emily on to the City of London as business was piling up and
needing her urgent attention.

   I also instructed her to brief the new young Lord Winslow on his duties
and to arrange for his accommodation, when he reported to her at our London
home.  Meanwhile I had much business to carry out with Mistress Joan.  I
had previously instructed her that any hostesses for the clubs should be
approved by me, not only for their looks, education but their willingness
to perform in the bedroom.

   The two young ladies were introduced to me as Mistress Annabelle Fontane
and the Hon Lucia Maples, Mistress Annabelle had recently been widowed, and
was destitute and desperate, and the Hon Lucia Maples although from a so
called aristocratic family, was the sixth daughter of an Earl and had
little in the way of marriage prospects.

   Over the next two days I entertained both ladies.  I was impressed with
their appearance and conversation, as they were two very pretty young
ladies dressed in the height of present day fashion.  They joined Mistress
Joan and myself for meals, and took part in various discussions.  I soon
concluded that they were both well educated and were suitable in that
respect to be hostesses in my club

   They told me that Mistress Joan had thoroughly briefed them and they
were fully aware of their obligations.  However when the Hon Lucia when
told that she would be required to sleep with me that night, she baulked at
the idea of having to have sexual intercourse as part of her hostess
duties. She claimed that she had not thoroughly understood the full nature
of her employment in the Gentleman's club and the duties of a hostess.

   Both Mistress Joan and I told her that was an essential requirement of
her duties and should she refuse then she could leave the house and make
her way back home to Sussex to her family.  But if she desired employment
then she should stay and fulfill her obligations.

   "But sire I am destitute I do not have the funds to return to my home."
She pleaded.  Mistress Joan replied for me saying.  "That my dear is your
problem, not his Lordships.  I believed that you had a complete
understanding of your duties when I interviewed you.  I could not have made
them any plainer.  It is your choice if you wish to renege on them now"

   Mistress Annabelle however had no problem with spending the night with
me, as part of her employment.  She turned to me and saying "Sire perhaps
you can excuse the poor lady, and myself tonight, as I may well be able to
bring her to a full understanding of her obligations to you.

   I agreed knowing full well that Mistress Joan and I would entertain each
other very well.

   I was pleasantly surprised to hear that the new Lord Harold Winslow had
appeared well before time to report to Mistress Emily in London.  She was
introducing him to the business and giving him a run down of what was
expected of him and how we required him to work with my agent Amin in
Zanzibar eventually to learn that side of the business

   Apparently Emily was surprised, and very pleased at his attitude and
promised him a substantial loan of gold for his own expenses and money for
him to use in trade for himself as an advance on his salary before he
left.. It turned out that he was not very knowledgeable about his family
and had been surprised when he had heard that he had got the title.  He had
assumed that he had inherited the family estate, so he had been quite
bitter, at learning that it had been foreclosed to pay his Uncles debts.

   Next Chapter 9.









   Chapter 9 The Queens Presence.

   Warwick was crowded to overflowing when we arrived.  The streets were
crowded with vendors selling all sorts of wares, and street entertainers,
with dancing bears and various other street entertainments.  The price of
fresh food had increased enormously and local traders and hostelries were
doing well Their were plenty of women, and young girls selling themselves
and taking advantage of the additional soldiers forming part of the Queens
escort.

   We had great difficulty in finding accommodation, as the inns were full
and at one point we thought of travelling to nearby Kenilworth, but one of
our grooms found that a small hotel just outside the city had vacancies, as
their party of guests had left that very morning and soon we took the whole
hotel at an extravagant price for my travelling entourage.

   The following morning I together with Mistress Emily carrying gifts for
her Majesty made our way to the castle, but getting admission would not be
easy I asked for an audience with the Queens favourite the Earl of Essex,
having been advised that as the Queens favourite it could sped up our
audience with her majesty.  With my message I provided a packet of
expensive jewellery as a token of my appreciation.  The process worked well
and within a few moments we were ushered into his presence.

   He greeted me enthusiastically "Greetings my Lord Amesworth at last we
meet.  I have heard much about you in the past weeks, and it seems that
with your success you have made many enemies, some of whom have the Queens
ear.  Her Majesty is not well pleased with you, having cancelled your
proposed betrothal to Lady Anne-Marie Archer, who incidently has recently
lost her father."

   I confirmed that he had been in poor health when I had last had news of
him.  "Oh by the way my Lord.  I have just received a missive, to be handed
to you on your arrival.  I gather it is from the Lady Helen Hammond.  I
will leave it with you my Lord while I make enquiries as to when her
Majesty may be available to give you audience."

   I sat breaking the seal and read the note, basically it told me that
much as she loved me, she could not go ahead with our betrothal, as it
would be such a large betrayal of her close friend Anne-Marie, especially
with the loss of her father.  She begged me to reconsider my betrothal to
Anne-Marie, pointing out that she was assured thatshe had had amended her
previous frivolous ways and was now a very virtuous lady.  She hoped in
that way we could still maintain our very special close friendship with one
another."

   I was devastated, and sat there in shock as I re-read the letter two or
three times, Then the Earl of Essex returned and advised me that Her
Majesty would grant me audience in three hours time after her morning
constitutional.

   Later I was admitted at the appointed time to Her Majesty`s presence . I
was shocked at her aged appearance, she had aged considerably from the
pictures I had previously seen of her.  I bowed as I tried desperately to
gather my wits.

   "Ah my Lord Amesworth at last we meet.  I have heard much about thee
from various sources." Just at that moment two servants came in carrying
the boxes of gold and jewels which Emily had selected as a gift to Her
Majesty.

   I said "Your Majesty may I present you with a selection of valuables,
that I felt that you may well appreciate, as a token of my loyalty to your
Majesty.  She stopped speaking as she left her chair to examine the
contents of the boxes and I could see that she was well pleased with my
gifts.  Eventually she returned to her throne and I could see that she had
a suspicion of tears in her eyes as she thanked me.

   "Nevertheless my Lord I have heard many tales of the way in which you
are foreclosing on several estates, for debts owed to your late parent.  I
also hear that you have treated Hon Anne-Marie badly by not going through
with your betrothal."

   "I agree your Majesty, but we suffered a bad nasty tempered disruption
which spoiled the happiness of the event and spoilt the mood.  My proposed
fiancé was angry and so I asked that we cancel the evening until a later
more appropriate date."

   Knowing full well that Anne-Marie was a close favourite of the Queen.  I
added .  "Anne-Marie is a lovely lady and I grieve for her in her loss.  I
often think of her and ponder how we could or should have done things
differently."

   At that point Her Majesty bade me sit and tell her about my adventures
in Zanzibar and the East Indies.  The Earl of Essex broke up our meeting
and pointing out to Her Majesty that she had meetings scheduled.  I was
then conducted into an adjoining room where a number of people were eating
from a buffet.  My eyes were directed across the room to the beautiful
Anne-Marie dressed all in black as was the custom for a lady in mourning,

   Our eyes met as I walked across the room to her.  "My lady may I express
my condolences ot the passing of your father." "Why should that be My Lord
- you did nothing but harass him while he was alive." "That is true My
lady, but he was a man of honour was he not?  And he would have wished to
honour his debts.  I have not foreclosed on your estate My Lady , nor do I
intend to, but I intend to bring it back to profit.  We may have our
disagreements but I still have warm feelings for you my Lady." "But you
will not marry me?." .  "That is not true My Lady.  I would marry you
tomorrow if that were possible." I had spoken louder than I had thought,
and suddenly the chatter in the room stopped and everyone turned and was
watching us.  "I knelt in front of her and said formally "Will you forgive
me and marry me My lady." I looked up her eyes had a haunted look in them
and I added.  "You may wish for time to consider which I understand
especially at this time of grief." "No My Lord, of course I will marry you,
but it will have to wait awhile until the mourning period is past .  But
sire please come to my room, so we can be alone and talk awhile."

   In her room Anne-Marie fell into my arms, we kissed, but as she was in
mourning that was as far as we could go.  I apologised for the mistakes I
had made and laughingly referred to the time when she had insisted that she
was going to marry me, when I had advised her about Lord Winslow.

   She apologised then for advising and distorting the facts to his nephew
and warned me that he may be seeking revenge.  I laughingly told her that
we were now friends and that he was now in my employ and ,ay soon be on his
was on his way to Zanzibar as my agent.

   It was two days later that the Queen allowed me to leave her presence.
We left Warwick to return to the manor my home estate, We talked as we
travelled in the coach and Devil had to travel without me and was tied to
the back of the coach.  On the way Emily expressed her fears to me that the
number of foreclosures was leaving us with a wide spread of properties in
various parts of the country, which were becoming difficult to manage.  In
the end we decided that we would retain all properties and estates that
were adjacent to our own, but sell at the best price all properties that
were a distance from ours, except in the City of London

   The End.







   Epilogue

   This is of course not the end, but tis the end of my narrative.  I never
did return to the 21st century Fifteen months later, I married Anne-Marie
and we had a family of two sons and three daughters.  Emily had a son, and
I decided five years later to disperse some of my wealth.  I fear I left a
lot of little bastards behind me, so I decided to settle an estate on their
mothers, except for .Jammarree.  All she craved for, was to stay near me
and remain as a friend and companion to my sister.  My sister Ethel
eventually remarried and lived happily for many years.

   The young Harold Winslow did eventually go to Zanzibar and invested well
both for himself and for me as well.  He repurchased the Winslow estate
back from me and eventually married and settled down .

   My mother - well she died a lonely old women, although my sister
sometimes visited her, but she could not or would not change.