“Oh please don’t be alarmed, if you don’t want to be poked there are surely plentiful opportunities for fat, lazy, ugly, argumentative old biddies with no references out there,” I reassured her, “Why Chatsworth or Buckingham Palace will doubtless send runners forthwith to entreat you to head their households.”
“But I am pure!” she whined. It was my chum Stanley Albright. XNXX “Hold hard,” I interjected, “You don’t think I sampled a chamber maid do you, tell him girls.”
“He had me in the linen cupboard,” one averred. Poor old Albright had to live with the indignity for some time, but he did benefit from a contented staff once the Housekeeper and Butler realised screwing each other every Saturday night was better than doing without and finally decide to tie the knot.
