Chapter one

The estate on the edge of the moorland looked quiet and serene, as if frozen, and nothing seemed to disturb its peace. Freshly painted white front gardens surrounding the facade of a stone building in the backyard parted, opening the driveway to the stable gate.

Purring himself under his breath, Rev. Percival Jabstone wondered which of the new inhabitants of Ajmour — so called possession - will be at home. Almost certainly Miss Vanessa Markham, he told himself, since her elder brother was busy at that time in his teaching position. Rural gossip that reached his ears through a housekeeper argued that the landlady was a very attractive woman. And he very much hoped that this was not an exaggeration. Tying the horse, the vicar walked to the front door, and twisted the handle of the bell, listening to how his trill rang away.

I didn’t have to wait long, the door was opened by a young maid in a flirty hat on one side and a lace apron.

- Your mistress of the house? - Percival asked politely, at the same time drawing attention to the age of the maid who, by his judgment, looked quite mature, as eloquently expressed by the formed figure and the promising bulges in the right places where the dark fabric of the dress was so temptingly stretched.

- Oh, sir! Your Rev! - Mary began to fuss, confused at the sight of such an important gentleman in her eyes.

- What happened, Mary? A voice came from the next room, and Vanessa herself appeared, a really pretty young woman, probably about twenty-eight, as the vicar immediately estimated.

“Here, madam,” Mary replied with great relief. It was her first day at home, and no one has yet explained how to receive visitors. The omission happened largely because Miss Markham did not expect visits. Fearing to make mistakes, or to be tactless, Mary found it best to leave the visitor with the mistress alone, and quickly retreated to the kitchen.

- I decided to meet you. Sorry if my visit was not at the right time, ”the Reverend Gentleman said impressively.

“Not at all, not at all, please come in.” Sorry for Mary's embarrassment. She is young and ...

- Not properly learned? The vicar interrupted unceremoniously as they walked into the living room, furnished with great taste. “I regret interrupting you, Miss Mark, but the problems of training and education require close attention.”

- Yes? Do you think? - Vanessa asked in a tone that sensitive nature would seem too tense. Pointing to a guest in a comfortable chair, she took a seat opposite, on a skillfully crafted sofa. The priest valued the furniture with noble curves, which with his appearance directed his thoughts in an unexpected direction. He imagined how Mary saddled these rounded armrests with wide open hips.

- Uh ... yes! Discipline girls mainly. I would like to say, with your permission, it is extremely desirable and godly work. Do you approve of this approach?

“I didn’t have to think about this question, Your Reverence,” answered Vanessa, whose cheeks were a little pale. At the same time, trying to hide some confusion from such a start of an acquaintance, she called Mary through a small silver bell, and ordered to serve tea.

“I have already prepared it, madam,” said the maid, obviously proud of having anticipated the hostess’s request.

“You see,” Vanessa announced after a short pause, when they were left alone - ... she is a good, diligent girl. ”

- In every way? The cleric asked casually, and something not at all righteous flashed in the eyes of the holy man.

The more the vicar considered the hostess, the more he liked her. Vanessa could probably have been described by many as a large girl (without any exaggeration), since she was only one inch behind the priest. However, if you undress her, then the beauty of Miss Markham will shine in full force despite the impressive dimensions. Two noble breasts, as white as snow dunes, an elegantly curved belly line, below a lush straw-colored triangle, framing a sensual incision; and alabaster thighs, shaped like an antique vase. Without a doubt, the young woman’s seat will revitalize the penis even with a stone statue.

“You doubt her modesty, I suppose?” - Vanessa mumbled, not taking her eyes off the English porcelain of her cup.

- Alas. Modesty is often used as a screen for devilish pranks, I know this well.

- Probably you constantly reproach, scold such as Mary? - Vanessa let the hairpin, considering it necessary to protect her maid. A warm trickle ran somewhere inside her belly at this moment, caused not so much by tea as by the magnetic gaze of this tall middle-aged man; with sharp features, carved out of stone, but well dressed. Apparently strong and domineering.

- Let me sit down next to you? So we can talk more privately, my dear.

Percival moved without waiting for permission, and with pleasure he felt a warm thigh close to his own. His eyes rested on an attractive dimple on the woman's cheek, and the sweet corners of the sensual mouth. He wondered how many lips these juicy lips? How many hands, male or female, dived over her bodice to caress, knead, pull at lush spheres that seem to have tensed impatiently under her dress?

- Scold? He asked softly. “Oh, no, Miss Markham. This is not enough. This is not what women need. Do you know what they really need? So that someone could take birch twigs, fill their ass and take a good look at them, forcing the filet to wag and shake. Shouts of protest, panic, can be heard from the noisy at this moment, and in a quiet household such behavior is obscene. You do not think that screams can disturb those who are least supposed to know about it. Like servants? As for me, I use a special whip for education. Often maidens among themselves call her "tuzik." Heard about this?

Deeply flushing from the words of the vicar and the rut where the conversation had turned, Vanessa, desperately clutching the cup in her hand, looked intently in front of her, so as not to reveal her excitement and the images that had captured it. No one had ever spoken to her like this before, and she did not know how to respond to such speeches. Had helplessly mumble:

“I don't ... no,” and she swallowed nervously.

- Oh, annoying. I will have to enlighten you, my dear. An animal, so revered by many females, is a Scottish instrument of thick, thick skin, like a luggage strap, but divided to enhance the instructive effect at the end, forming two burning tongues. At the moment when they hotly lick the sticking out ass ...

- Oh, sir, I do not think we should talk about this! - Vanessa gasped.

- However, I did not assume that you are so sensitive. Indeed, did not know. I beg to forgive me. Are you well placed here? Is the house comfortable and spacious enough?

- Yes. I'll show you, ”Vanessa suggested hastily. She was ready for anything to stop this instructive conversation.

- That's very kind of you. I would say more, I like to think about my parishioners, and especially parishioners, in ...