The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

Grace compared Mrs. Brown, Mrs. Stone's personal maid, to the hunting dog beside the master. The female, like the butler, has eyes that look around and ears that are always erect.

But she doesn't look as arrogant as the big housekeeper, because she is very verbose.The lady's hound was always ready to say to Mrs. Stone what a gracious mistress would not have said, or to ask indecent matters which a faithful and widowed mistress would not have asked.

"Grace, tell me, what happened in the Earl's room last night?" Mrs. Brown raised her chin slightly, staring at the maid from top to bottom.

"Nothing happened, Mrs. Brown." Grace replied respectfully.

"Liar!" Mrs. Brown pinched his tiny chin, and made him look up, and see his own face in the polished silver, "Grace, look at yourself, you are the most ripe tree." A peach, every man in the villa will drool when he sees you, and the Earl of Arundel is no exception."

She withdrew her hand and changed a kind tone: "Grace, tell me what the Earl said and did. This is very important, and it can help Mrs. Ston understand the Earl's character, whether he is trustworthy, and whether he can save the villa during the war." "Honey, you don't want to be homeless in war, do you? Girls like you, if you don't have the shelter of a home, you will be raped to death if you can't walk a mile outside."

Grace showed a frightened expression on her face, "That's terrible! Ma'am, I'll tell you everything - I was in the bathroom last night preparing soap for the Earl's shave. Why are you trembling—”

Mrs. Brown asked eagerly, "How do you answer?"

"I said, this is the first time I've served a guest with 'dew', and I'm afraid of being bitten off my finger." Grace's tone was innocent, and her eyes were clear and beautiful only for boys and girls.

Mrs. Brown looked at him with a strange look, like jealousy and disdain, "What did the earl say?"

"The count just smiled and said nothing."

Mrs. Brown's jealousy and contempt were more obvious, and she was more satisfied, making the sneer on her face look very awkward: "Is the Earl smiling at you?"

Grace lowered her head meekly, "Yes, Mrs. Brown."

"and then?"

"Then the count began to untie the straps of my coat, from bottom to top, bit by bit. I was so frightened that I couldn't help shaking... My legs were so weak that I could hardly stand, so I had to go to the Leaning back against the sink, put your hands on the sink——Ms. Brown, that marble is so cool! Thinking about it now, I can't help shivering..."

Mrs. Brown couldn't bear to interrupt him: "Grace! Don't talk so much nonsense, I'm asking you what the earl said! What did you do!"

"Oh yes, Mrs. Brown. The Earl asked me, 'What are you afraid of?' and I said, 'No man has ever touched my straps.' The Earl laughed again, and said he liked virgins."

Mrs. Brown panted shortly, and urged with a strained voice: "And then?" Mrs. Brown was certainly not a virgin, but her husband hadn't slept in the same bed with her for many years.

"Then……"

"Then, the Earl loosened my straps little by little, exposing my chest. He stared at it for a while, then reached out and touched it—"

Mrs. Brown's flat breasts rose and fell rapidly, and her corset made it difficult for her to breathe smoothly when she was emotional, and an unhealthy purple color appeared on her face, "...continue."

Grace suddenly sped up her speech. "He put his palm over half of my breast and said, 'It's too small!' Then he kicked me out of the room."

Mrs. Brown's slender face was like a bread stick thrown into the oven. It quickly distorted and deformed. After saying "It's useless", she strode away with her skirt in her hand.

Grace bit her lips and laughed, like a swindler after getting money, and like a child after playing a prank.

He knew that Mrs. Brown must have thought of her own shriveled breasts and Mrs. Stone's dried sausage breasts just now.But his smile quickly disappeared again, and his peach-like face became haggard, showing some worry and doubt.

He wasn't completely lying.

The Count opened his blouse, revealing his poor, never-growing breasts beneath the loose ties.The count covered his palm, rubbed it gently twice, and commented: "It's too small."

But the Earl didn't drive him away, and he pinched his tiny nipples again, as if after a complete evaluation, he began to observe the details.Much like the threading trick Grace learned from Sophie, the Earl squeezed his tiny nipple between the pads of his index finger and thumb and rubbed it back and forth.

The end of the thread is getting thinner and thinner, but his nipple is getting bigger and bigger.He had never tasted this before, and the heat between his legs already made him panic.

The Earl misunderstood his panic and thought it was caused by pure lust, so he happily turned him half a circle, and made him face the mirror - Grace saw her flushed face in the mirror, and couldn't help wondering: Why is the Earl also fine? Whether it is Mrs. Brown, she likes to let him look at her through a bright mirror?Was it because the flustered look on his face when he saw how he was being teased was funny?That's how it is.

The Count stood behind him, so much higher than he was, that both were reflected in the mirror.It was a strange feeling, as if there were two earls at once: the one standing behind him, rubbing the soap he had just made onto his chest; the other one in the mirror, watching all this with his silver-gray eyes.

Applying so many delicious lathers to such a small area of ​​skin was a luxury Grace never had.For the first time, he knew that the soap bubbles could cover the skin, and they could be gathered into a big ball and then pushed back to reveal the slippery skin underneath.

It was a strange feeling, obviously his skin was slippery because of the soap, but he felt that the earl's hand was smoother than his skin, and it swam across his body like a snake.

He couldn't help trembling again, trying to escape from the count's arms, but his nipples were pinched punishingly, causing him to cry out in pain.

"Hush—" the earl bit his ear, and half of Grace's body went numb, like a cat being grabbed by the skin of the nape of her neck, unable to move at all.

A wet tongue licked his lips.He washed his hair and face carefully after dinner, and the count seemed to take a light sniff, to express his satisfaction with the smell he gave off, and put his tongue into the small groove of his ear, and licked it delicately, just as he Like licking his own palm today, he didn't let go of any gaps.

The count hadn't shaved yet, and his tongue was desperately piercing into his ears, and the skin around his lips pressed against him, making the delicate skin behind his ears that he rarely touches itchy and painful.

It was Grace who let herself in.

He thought that something unclean was coming out of his lower body, and he thought he was about to be exposed.He frightened himself, covered his lower body through his skirt in a collapsed state, and silently shed tears.

The count laughed loudly, picked him up by the waist and threw him on the bed.

Because of this dinner, the maid Grace was also able to wear a "birdcage" to bulge her skirt.

He was thrown onto the bed with his legs up in the air, the hard "birdcage" under his buttocks.He turned into a tumbler, struggling to swing from side to side for a long time, and finally sat up with difficulty.

However, after he sat up, he hadn't recovered from the dizziness, and was thrown down again by the earl holding his two calves.This time the pose was even more comical than last time, with the legs in the "birdcage" wide apart, making him look like a clown standing on his head.

"Grace?..." One hand held the organ between his legs that shouldn't be there, and his tone rose suspiciously.

Grace frantically lifted the hem of the skirt covering her face, and stretched her neck to look.He first saw the Earl's slightly surprised expression, and the faint smile on the corner of his mouth, then raised his upper body desperately, and saw in the gap of the "birdcage"——

One hand was pinching the extra thing between his legs, and kneading it up and down twice, his pink organ stood up ignorantly.