T-Girl fairy tale 8

“What a lovely young daughter you have, though I’m surprised to see her serving the tea.”

“Thank you Highness, but I think it is important for her to be able to complete all the tasks of running an estate and sometimes the lady of the house is called on to serve her guests. Before my poor husband died, one day a year he would let the lowliest servant boy take his place and he would spend the day doing all the menial tasks. He said that it was the only day off he received all year long. I would continue that tradition, but since his passing we don’t really have any servants due to the tight times we live in.”

“I’m so sorry to hear of your tight financial straits, how did your husband pass?”

Martha blushed and looked down at her hands folded in her lap as she said,

“He actually died in my arms the evening of our first night of wedded bliss.”

A thrill of triumph burst over Angel as she knew now that she was in the right house. Angel had to adjust her position in the chair so that her now almost completely hard penis wouldn’t be visible through her dress.