“Mrs Smith” can you hear me? Milf sex Suddenly your blindfold is removed, the intense light forces you to keep your eyes closed. The house was beautiful, high ornate plasterwork ceilings, Yew furnishings, thick carpets, there were paintings galore, display cases filled with all manner of antique jewellery, heavy velvet curtains, plush couches and easy chairs, “there are 35 rooms in the house” Elly remarked, “ we’ll be meeting up with the tour in the armoury, at the moment there in the walled garden, admiring my Orchid collection, we have developed new strains, it’s taken years to perfect” with that she gave a knowing look to the old man, who you recognise from the ticket booth saying “I’m sure you’ll find them most interesting.”
Moving to the beautiful sunlit library, beckoning you to sit, Lady Helen rang a small silver bell, a manservant appears carrying a crystal decanter on a silver tray “Sloe wine?” she asks, “we make it on the estate, it’s very good” and without waiting for a reply nods to the butler, he pours you both a
