Blackacre#4

by Tempest Keep

“Aunt Constance?”Her Dowager Aunt sat erect and glacial in the offices of Mr. John Smith, the Family Solicitor at Law, when in theory she should have been some several miles away on The Wessex Estate where her acidic tongue and glacial nature could best be contained. “Yes, it is I. Do close your mouth dear or you will let a draft in and then where shall we be; why we shall have influenza at our door!”Hetty, deeply shaken did as she was bid though the palm of her hand lingered longer on the doorframe than necessary. She struggled to recover her until then fine disposition; having spent the night licking hot black pussy and experiencing the heady delights of having her own messy slick sex licked clean in return. “Mr. Smith was quite insistent that I attend this meeting and you know all too well my dear how I live to be of good service and accommodate those in need. Particularly if there may be even the slightest suggestion that your most adored father’s reputation and thus legacy may in any way be at stake.”Hetty’s gaze shifted from the calculated sharpness of her Dowager Aunt who never to her recollection had undertaken anything that had not in someway been of direct benefit to herself and came to rest on the gentle face of the Solicitor whom she had known since she was but a small precocious child dressed in petticoat and pigtails.Mr. Smith did not look away for there was history and mutual respect, a genuine affection between Lady Blackacre and the old man of Law. But his entire aspect Hetty comprehended with slow dread was sober and exceedingly grim. Positioning his pale bloodless hands upon a great tomb of a book that lay before him Mr. Ebenezer Smith struggled to be both welcoming and grave as finally he spoke.

25 pages, Kindle Edition

First published February 11, 2013