‘Setting your sights, Missy?’ I must confess dear diary that I blushed. However she went on to say. ‘He’s a good’un. You’ll not do better....It will be much happier round here as well with him as Master. We knew that the first time he came down here. The cottages were in a bad way. He spoke to Alfie and suggested that if the men did the work, he would provide the materials and forgive the rent until the cottages were right again. No other master would have done that, certainly not old Sir. She panted, trying to catch her breath, “Do I get that extra twenty seconds?” she asked as arched and threw her head back and cried out again. His tongue was wicked. She felt as much as heard his groan, feeling the vibrations against her clit was taking her higher.“Oh, God, Jake, Please!” she moaned. “Ease my shorts off, now.” He groaned, his voice rasping in pleasure as he licked at her pussy.His erection jutted out as she eased his shorts off, with his up of course. She was speechless, he was. The latter was a good idea because I was starting to ache all over, which I told him."I called the campus hospital and they said the flu's going around. Sorry, but you seem to have joined the club." Get me some antibiotics," I said."It would be just as effective to sing the National Anthem. Antibiotics don't work against viruses." Now you're a doctor?" I should have anticipated the answer."I read a book." Do something," I said. I hurt."I do have something very effective against the flu." Good.. " I knew that this was an instruction, not just a suggestion."Remember to purchase some more panty liners while you're out," sheadded. "Then change into your pinafore dress - there's a lot of ironingto do. Mother has said she wants you to iron her knickers, so when I getback I want to see three tidy piles of freshly ironed knickers. One pileof Mother's knickers, one pile of my knickers, and one pile of your ownknickers. Now you know what my knickers look like, and what yours looklike, so the.