T-Girl fairy tale 2

Both Patrice and Evelyn had on separate occasions and more than once caught him alone in the hallway. There they would push up against him and feel him up. Evelyn wasn’t as rough as Patrice, but she was still very persistent. One day Patrice had even shoved her hand down his breeches and stuck her finger into his ass. Jared had shoved her violently away and was preparing to clout her when she said,

“Now, now, if you strike me Mother will have the blacksmith clamp you in irons for her to whip. You remember how that felt. I didn’t hurt you or anything, besides it was only my finger.” With her nose in the air she turned on her heal and headed down the hall. As she walked away Jared wasn’t sure, but he thought he heard her say, ‘Only my finger…for now.’

“So what will you be serving for dinner tonight Jared?” Patrice purred.

“Potato soup. Roast mutton with leeks.” He said shortly.

“Oooo two of my favorites.” She said sarcastically.

“Well if your mother hadn’t spent all that money on the wedding we’d have more choices in the larder.” Patrice took two quick steps across the kitchen and slapped Jared hard across the face.