Dear Sir

Whilst I accept that the scene
you witnessed in your chamber was indeed unacceptable, I feel duty bound to
point out some mitigating factors which you may wish to take note of when
considering my future at Meikleston Manor.

On the day in question I was
passing your chambers when I heard an unusual sound. I knelt to take a peep
through your keyhole (as is customary, I might add, for a butler to check his
master’s room so as not to unduly disturb him) whereupon I saw the new
chambermaid from the city attending to your bedding. Now as you know, we have
all had our reservations about this young city girl and her visible petticoats
but the tale I am about to tell will prove just how wily her ways are, Sir.

I was about to leave her to her
business when she made a strange sound and fell upon your bed, Sir, her skirts flying
up to reveal her undergarments. She looked like she may be in some trouble as
she was wriggling around looking rather flushed. I was about to enter your
chamber to check upon her wellbeing when she did the most extraordinary thing, Sir.
She pulled down her bloomers and exposed her naked rump for all to see! Well,
as you can imagine I was so flabbergasted to witness such a sight in the broad
daylight on your very bed, that I was stunned into a sort of paralysis as I
watched.

Then, to my horror, before my
very eyes, she reached underneath herself and pressed her fingers about her
sexual parts. Her woman’s bloom became fairly rosy and plump as her slender
digits disappeared into that wanton cavern, her face pressed into your linens.
I stayed silent for a few more moments just in case there was indeed something
wrong with this creature – I am not so familiar with the ways of the fairer sex
and thought perhaps she was attending to ladies’ doings.

Well, as she pulled and tugged
and thrust her fingers into herself, I had a happening of my own, Sir. I had
grown uncomfortable in my kneeling position and had to shift somewhat. The
scuffle may have alerted her to my presence as she paused and looked at the
door. I cannot be sure but she had a look of wickedness upon her city dweller’s
face and withdrew her fingers from herself and changed position, reaching out
to your clothes brush as she did.

Sir, I hesitate to say what
happened next.

She lay back into your sheets and
pulled her skirts up fully and unbuttoned her blouse and stays to reveal her
naked chest which heaved with her laden breasts. The light did strike them so
and her nipples gleamed in the shaft of afternoon sun.

My britches were growing tight
around my nether regions and I shifted again to avoid any sort of cramping.

Her knees fell apart and her
womanly space was directly in my line of sight. I’d never seen one so exposed
and thought she must be quite ill. The dark curls adorning the ruby red lips
had rather an appeal if you like to look at that sort of thing, Sir. I could
see the dark pulsing of her entrance and the fluttering of her pouting lips as
she drew… and here’s where I hesitate, Sir, she drew the tortoiseshell handle
of your clothes brush down between those nether lips and rubbed it around and
around, parting herself further. Well, sir, imagine my horror when she took
your property and deftly pushed it right up into her succulent quim! I was near
beside myself with fury as she thrust it in and out, it glistening and gleaming
with those strange and mysterious potions which seep from a lady, Sir…To be continued…*Exciting news flash!*
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