gentleman's servant

Oscar pounced on him, dawdled for a long time unhappily, and then asked me in a low voice with a blushing face, "Why aren't you wearing it?"

"What are you wearing?" I asked knowingly.

He seemed embarrassed, but he was very awkward, so he refused to answer, and lightly bit my shoulder.

It turned out that he was looking forward to it so much. I turned over and overwhelmed him, and took the initiative to let him have a good time.

But afterwards, he still looked at me expectantly, leaned against my ear, and said in a hoarse voice: "Then put it on tomorrow and let me see it."

Forget about the leggings, that transparent pajamas... I looked at Oscar helplessly, thinking about it, I thought it was too obscene and shameless.

To reassure him, I got out of bed, picked up a lace bow tie, tied it over my eyes, and went back under the covers.

"Don't think about that, is this good? You can play however you like." I leaned beside him and said.

I thought he would rush over excitedly, but who knew that he was stunned for a long time without any movement.

I thought he still wanted me to take the initiative, so I leaned up and kissed him, and because I was wearing a blindfold, I kissed him directly on the forehead.I was about to follow his cheeks to find his lips, but he pushed me, and then helped me remove the blindfold.

Under the dim candlelight, Oscar's eyes were a little strange, as if a little sad, he held me in his arms, sighed and said, "Let's go to sleep."

Then he blew out the candle.

How is this going?

He was so disappointed that he couldn't even put on the blindfold to play.Doesn't he really like blindfolds?Often a person wears this thing and waits for me in the room. This is a small secret signal between us. Once he wears this, it means that he wants me to kiss him.

The next day, he seemed to have forgotten what happened last night, and happily said to me: "It's raining outside, and there will be no visitors today. Let me teach you how to read."

Our teaching work has been going on, recently he is teaching me French, I am not very interested in this, after all, it is a language, very boring, but Oscar seems to want to hear some sweet words from me in French.

He is holding a book and giving a serious lecture.

I was a little distracted.

Thinking of his disappointment last night, I wanted to make up for him.

I made an excuse to leave for a while, but I actually went back to the bedroom to get the pajamas.

I locked the door of the study room, then shook the dress to Oscar with a smile: "Alright, let's play."

I quickly took off my clothes and put on this one.

This effect is really... very good, even I feel it myself.

I walked to the desk, sat down on the desk, put my hands on the key parts, teased him and said, "Do you want to be on this desk?"

Oscar's expression was quite strange, his eyes were bright, and he obviously wanted it too, but he hugged me and kissed me and said, "Put on your clothes, let's go back to the bedroom."

I froze for a moment, why go back to the bedroom, isn't it good to be here?

I still remember when we first got together, he and I were in a daze in this study.At that time, he had just enjoyed the love between fish and water, so he was so obsessed with it that he pushed aside all business affairs and guests. Every time he was alone in the study, he would be very excited. I don’t know how many times I have been lying on this desk. Don't like it?Still think it's too slutty, so he's embarrassed?

Seeing my puzzled expression, he hesitated for a while, hugged me and said, "You...are you still willing to do this with me?"

"Why not? You don't like it?" I asked.

He looked at me for a while, showed a sad expression, and said silently: "I... After I did that to you here, you got sick and then left..."

I looked at him blankly, and suddenly remembered what happened at that time. He was angry with me, so he blindfolded me and forced me to do things on this table.

No wonder he was acting weird when he saw me put on the blindfold last night, and he was always honest in the study. So he was thinking about that all the time...

What a fool.

"It's my fault..." I touched his cheek and whispered, "Forgive me, please?"

He rubbed my cheek and said in a muffled voice: "No, it's my fault..."

I picked up the tie again and covered my eyes, then looked at him and said, "Can you love me? It's right here, I like it here..."

"Owen..."

"You didn't hurt me, never will, so forget it, let's have a new memory." I kissed him actively.

Then, we entangled in this study for a whole morning.

Unlike the last bad memory, our lingering was very slow and gentle, but also full of love and passion.

But afterwards, the pajamas were torn.

Lord Viscount's taste is still incomprehensible. He let me hang the pajamas with my arms open, but he just refused to take them off.

And he quickly got the second one, and the third one.

I wonder how he has the nerve to buy this kind of thing, doesn't he blush?

When I asked him, he answered with an answer I would rather never know.

"I asked Billy to buy it. He has a good eye and the color is very beautiful." He muttered, "He told me there was a new style there, in the style of a few ropes, and I already asked him to buy it next time." gone."

I:"……"

Sure enough, Billy should be sent directly to another country.

It's a pity that since he no longer minds making out in the study, this place has become the main battlefield for Kiss Me Me again.

Lord Viscount Oscar was extremely shy while experimenting with various postures and locations with a strong sense of exploration.

I don't usually mind messing around with him too much, but when it gets too big, it's a bit of a pain in the ass.

Oscar has been refusing to see guests for a week.

He gets up very early every day, goes out for a while to ride a horse, and after breakfast comes back, he takes me to the study, where he messes around until noon, and then he comes out for lunch, the same in the afternoon, and he can only sleep in the evening.

Oscar said that he could see clearly during the day, so he changed the time of nonsense from night to day.

It's just...the nonsense went too far, and the butler of Hilton came to the door.

Of course he will not find Lord Viscount, he will only come to me.

Not to mention the embarrassment of that day.

I was polishing my riding boots in the leather room when the butler came in and closed the door.

The butler Hilton is a very dignified gentleman. Although he seldom speaks, the servants are afraid of him, and no one dares to behave in front of him.

Seeing him walking in, I hurriedly stood up and waited for him to speak.

But the old man looked at me blankly for a while, and suddenly asked: "Mr. Eric, do you know how long the Viscount has been out of business? Mr. Pete from the village came three times and wanted to ask him about the autumn harvest." Things, but I came three times and I didn’t see anyone.”

At that time, my whole body was not well. I felt that not only my face was burning, but my whole body was burning.

The Hilton butler will not show mercy to me, the old gentleman came over, wiped the leather goods I was playing with with white gloves, nodded and said: "The job is good, but you are a personal servant, the duty of a personal servant It is not only about being able to clean things, it is also important to let your master see people in a decent way at all times. You have to work hard, be quick with your hands and feet, and never have a bad influence on your master. Mr. Eric, you have done it all ?"

"I...I..." Don't answer, my whole body trembled in embarrassment.

"Mr. Eric, I'm asking you something. Please answer it carefully. May I ask you to allow the viscount to receive guests in a decent manner?" the butler Hilton asked seriously.

"Yes, sir, sure, sure." I said quickly.

"This is the best." The butler of Hilton said with his hands behind his back: "I hope that next time Mr. Pete comes, I can meet Mr. Viscount smoothly, and I don't need to make up all kinds of excuses when every guest visits from now on. , Send away all the hard-working guests.”

After finishing speaking, he nodded and said, "Continue to work."

Then he left me alone in the cubicle.

I... hold the skin oil and the brush in despondency, wishing I could cry.

The next day, when Oscar wanted to untie my tie in the study, I angrily slapped his hand away.

"I think this place has brought me very painful memories, so we should not do this kind of thing here in the future." After finishing speaking, I walked out of the study angrily.

I hope I won't be soft on this guy who always pushes an inch in the future.