The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

Grace lost her shawl, because she was going to visit the Maple Leaf Grange, the cook Sophie specially picked out a brand new beautiful silk scarf with embroidery and crochet for him, and combed his hair beautifully by herself. The new fashion handed down from France, loose and elegant style.

"Our little maids in Stone Mountain Villa are all beautiful." Sophie looked at Grace's face at that time, and said with such satisfaction—because Maple Leaf Forest Grange unilaterally broke the engagement with Stone Mountain Villa, all of Stone Mountain Villa The servants all disliked Maple Leaf Forest Grange.

But Grace lost her shawl when she went out, and her bun was ruined, and she was messed up by himself, like a wild girl without education.

Sophie swung the broom and spanked him: "Run! You still run! Are you disobedient when you grow up?"

Grace clutched her butt, which had been accidentally hit just now, making him flush.His ass was swollen by the earl, and he couldn't help beating him. He was hurt and ashamed.

"Good Sophie, good aunt, I'm an adult, can you not spank my ass?" He begged Sophie for mercy with the most endearing appearance.

Sophie sneered: "My lord? You still don't wear underwear? No socks?"

Grace's face turned red again, "I can't wear it in the future..."

He used to hate the crumpled feeling of loose underwear being wrapped around his body by the top, so he skipped this step because his chest is flat and can’t stretch the top; he hates cotton socks that always fall down, and socks are not pants , can only protect the lower legs, but not the things above, what is the use of them?The garter is the most annoying thing, no matter how carefully he tries to tie it, he will lose it after running for a while, and then the socks will fall from his knees to his ankles immediately...

How come there are so many nasty clothes?The fashion trends from France come one after another, reform this and that, when will underwear and stockings be reformed?

"Look, how beautiful it is!" Sophie tied yellow ribbons on the white socks covering Grace's two calves, and tied a beautiful bow above her knees.

Grace kicked her legs curiously. The socks were tightly wrapped around her legs, and they were still elastic. They were beautifully embroidered on the outside of the ankles. "Good Sophie, what kind of material is this? Is it made in a textile factory?"

Sophie stared at him sadly and lovingly, "Sophie also has good things, and I want to give them to you on your birthday, but it's not uncommon to have a bad boy."

Grace hugged her neck affectionately, and kissed her rich cheek sweetly and loudly, "Good Sophie, good aunt, I was wrong, if I knew that the socks are so comfortable now, I would have asked you for it long ago , I will let you have seven pairs, one pair a day, from Monday to Sunday!"

Sophie smiled and patted him on the back, "Seven pairs? Then wait until Jerry the peddler comes to ask him next time, see if there are so many high-quality stockings in his basket?"

Grace froze for a moment, then changed her smiling face, "Sophie, teach me how to comb my hair!"

The Earl of Arundel handed over the invitation first, and arrived at Ston Hill the next day.He noticed that Grace was wearing socks almost at the first sight, and thought it was very interesting to wear such elegant and obedient socks on this wild little maid, so he pressed him on the bed during the period from lunch to afternoon tea Enjoyed it.

After coming out of the Earl of Arundel's room, Grace hurried downstairs and went straight to the cellar. He wanted to beat out tomorrow's butter quickly.Buttering is a laborious job, and it is difficult for other maids to do it, so Grace takes care of it.

He beats butter and carries potatoes for them, and they do the delicate and time-consuming work for him, polishing silver, mending buttons...

Grace took a large handful of butter out of the cold milk, put it on the chopping board, and was about to shape them by candlelight—a large hand reached out from the darkness, grabbed his wrist, and the other hand Covering his mouth, stuffing his scream back into his throat.

With such a familiar technique, Grace immediately knew who it was, so she stopped struggling, thinking, if he saw that he was wearing underwear, would he stop in time, or would he go up?

But Alan Stone didn't untie his belt, but said in a tone of gnashing teeth: "You are at home, at my mother's house, fooling around with the man who discussed marriage with her!"

It turned out that he had just finished working with the earl, which made him look a little different from usual, which attracted Alan Stone's stalking.But Grace didn't know how to answer. It wasn't the first time he had "fooled around" with the Earl of Arundel, and everyone in the villa knew it.

"He's just messing with me again," thought Grace.

Seeing that he didn't make excuses, didn't say that he was forced, or any other reason, Alan Stone became even angrier, pinched Grace's shoulder and turned him around.

The cellar was cold and dark, except for a clump of candles on the chopping board, which was disturbed by their movements and danced, reflecting two ghostly flickering shadows stuck together on the wall.

Driven by the restlessness in his body, Alan Stone pressed Grace against the chopping board with such great force that it made Grace feel pain.

He must not have guessed that it was a certain smell left on his body that caused Alan Stone to go crazy like this.He just stared at Alan Stone coldly, spreading his hands on the table and allowing him to manipulate him.

Just like that day, Alan Stone's hand was pulling impatiently at the straps on Grace's chest.The more the maid didn't resist, the more annoyed he was, and he yelled out the dirtiest words he had ever heard in his life: "Bitch! Whore! Whore..."

Grace was lifted up by his movement, "Master Allen, you are wrong, a prostitute is a customer who voluntarily serves her, and now I am not—"

Alan Ston tore off his shirt, and was stunned when he saw the white underwear inside. He thought it was Grace who put it on specially to guard against him.

He held Grace's face viciously, "Then what about you and that earl? Are you and him voluntary?"

"Of course—don't pretend to be a saint, Master Allen, isn't it what you want to please the Earl of Arundel? The Ston family needs to win over such a nobleman. He is the door to the real high society for you and Master William .” Grace said this with great seriousness, and he would only show such solemn wisdom in front of Alan Stone.

His wisdom is hurting Alan Ston's heart, he showed great anger and shame, his voice was extremely low, with restraint, which made him even more out of control, "The men of Ston's family will never need to rely on women Find a future! I don't need it, and neither does my brother!"

Grace suddenly felt a little angry, and asked him in a low voice: "Is there no need? If you could hear the news directly, would my brother almost encounter danger on the front line?"

There was a faint light in his eyes, it was tears reflecting the candlelight, and it was more obvious in the darkness.

"Brother", this maid actually called William Ston that way again.

Alan Ston let go of his hand, took a step back, and his expression returned to his pride, like a general who saw through the enemy's weakness, "I want to tell my brother about your disgrace, and I want to write to him to tell him that the Grace he has been thinking about is a how--"

Grace jumped down from the desk, and knelt at Alan Ston's feet, grabbed his leg with one hand to prevent him from escaping, and got into the hem of his jacket with the other hand, holding him precisely. Between the crotch.

Thanks to Napoleon, the men in their country also wear close-fitting trousers, which help him to accurately point to the vitals, and clearly feel the rapid expansion and hardness of the organ in his hands.

Grace looked up at Alan Stone, and while rubbing him through his pants, she quickly unbuttoned his belt and put her hand in.

There was butter sticking to his hands, and when the butter touched Alan Stone's hot penis, it immediately melted completely, and evenly spread on a certain inch of his penis with the movements of Grace's hands.

Alan Stone had never experienced such a pleasure before. Panting low, he grabbed Grace's hair forcefully, as if he wanted to push him away, but also as if he was afraid that he would run away.

Grace was so hurt by his tugging that she took his hand to her mouth and licked every finger of his.When he licked the gap between his index finger and middle finger, Alan Stone grunted and shot in Grace's hand.

Grace pulled her sticky hands out of his pants, wiped them off the apron, raised her head and said calmly, "If you don't tell my brother about me, I won't tell him about you either."

Alan Stone's lustful eyes suddenly showed fear.

devil!witch!Adam will not be so afraid of the poisonous snake that tempted his wife to commit crimes as he is now!

Grace quickly stood up and grabbed Alan Stone who was about to flee, "Your pants!"

Alan Stone turned his back and fastened the buttons on his trousers.

Grace knew that he and Alan Stone had shared two new secrets, and the two of them had finally achieved a new peace.

He even has an advantage temporarily: "Give me back all the books my brother gave me."

Alan Stone seemed to hum, or maybe he didn't, it was just the sound of cloth rubbing against each other, but Grace knew that he would definitely do it.

Because Alan Stone is like himself, although he is not a kind person, but he always looks up to the noble light of William Stone.