She thought that he must be thoroughly awakened by now but she kept on with her licking only to feel his hand slip down on her head and push her forward on the rigid, staff-a push that almost choked her to death!
She strangled as she gobbled the lengthy prong and drew back reluctantly.
It astonished her by its immense size and fiery head. Lord Roxboro laughed merrily and said:
“Ah, ha! my little alarm clock calls me to get up.”
Poor Freda coughed and strangled for breath, the tears starting from her eyes, and she looked reproachfully at her laughing uncle.
“Oh! uncle. I did not think that you would try to choke me. Why it swelled so big that I almost strangled.”
“Ah, my child! This rampant thing will do almost anything,” said Lord Roxboro, pausing between his gales of merriment and shaking the enormous bolus at Freda.
“Believe me, child, this rod has choked many girls before your time. However, Freda, my pet, none have suffered any fatalities. No one ever died from it as yet. And I don't imagine that you would perish any more than the legion of dames that have pushed their rosy lips down over its velvety surface.”
“It is quite hard now, uncle,” said Freda meaningly. “Are you going to insert it like you did with sister Caroline?” At this she placed her hands between her legs and fingered her twat; afterward she pushed it invitingly toward Roxboro, saying, “I would enjoy having a little party like Caroline.”
“My angel, you still insist on being ravished, my little hot-box,” he laughed. “One of these days I'm going to open you as wide as the door of China. Then it will not be so funny to you.”
“Oh, uncle,” she said in vexation. “You promised that you would do it to me and now you will not. I think that mean. Won't you please diddle me? You promised that if I would awaken you as I did, that you would take care of me, and now you don't seem to care to do it. I am as much a woman as Caroline, and if you can do it to her then you can do the same to me. Please, uncle, won't you?” coaxed Freda, looking perfectly adorable.
“Now, Freda, don't be persistent. After a while as I informed you,” He arose from the bed, and he looked smilingly at the dejected Freda sitting on the floor. “Come, puss, cheer up, there is plenty of time for a little nonsense later on. You'll get yours also, and by golly, your cunnie will crack.”
“Here you are, little one, let this make up for it. Come and take a kiss.” Holding it invitingly to her, he presented his cock and let her slip her pouting lips over its rampant head; then taking it out of her mouth he put it back into his pants.
“All right, pussie, don't be discouraged, you will have plenty of opportunities later on. Come, my lamb, get into your clothes, we must go downstairs. Where is Marie?”
“Oh! I don't know,” said Freda, fumbling with her clothes. “I guess that she is somewhere about the house.”
Lord Roxboro stepped into the library from Freda's and pulled the bell rope for Marie. Coming back, he said to Freda, “Go somewhere, anyplace; you must not be found in here. I have some business to transact. Oh, Caroline,” he called, raising his voice, “are you in your room?”
“Yes, uncle,” came a faint voice. “Do you want me?”
“Not just yet,” he answered. “Stay there until I call for you in a few minutes.”
Freda stepped outside the library door and wondered what it was all about.
Why was uncle so mysterious and why did he desire that she retire to some distant part of the house? She remembered that he had asked for Marie. Was it possible that uncle, now that she had warmed his dingle, was going to treat Marie as he had Caroline? But no, thought Freda; he called for Caroline and requested that she remain within calling distance. What is all this mysterious business?
She heard Marie come along the hall and enter the library, where she could distinguish the voices of her uncle and the maid in a low, earnest conversation.
Turning and departing from her room, she at once proceeded downstairs and sauntered to the veranda to take a breath of fresh air. While standing on the broad veranda, she had complete access to all the broad domain and could see to advantage all the points of local interest.
Suddenly her attention was attracted by Marie leaving the house and cautiously approaching the barn. She seemed to be searching for someone, and Freda's interest was deepened by seeing her motion to someone apparently in the barn. She noticed that Marie glanced cautiously about and then slyly entered the barn.
Freda continued to gaze in the direction of the barn, but there seemed to be no life now apparent about the place.
Marie seemed to have vanished like a snowdrift before a blazing sun.
Freda idly thought of Caroline and what it could be that caused Lord Roxboro to be so very vexed with her. Surely Caroline was anxious to please his lordship, for she evidently did. Then what could be the mysterious origin of their difference and why were both reluctant to discuss the matter with her?
Marie seemed to be almost an unwarranted time in the barn. Freda couldn't imagine what could be keeping her there. Evidently she must have been sent for something and it aroused her interest to an excessive degree.
Suddenly she was rewarded by seeing Marie appear in the doorway of the barn; she was talking with someone as she paused at the entrance, and seemed to be very earnest in her conversation. Marie then waved to the person within the barn and later Freda was astonished to see Carl issue forth and accompany Marie toward the house. What could Marie want with the stableboy and why was she bringing him toward the house? Her curiosity was aroused to fever pitch.
She realized the inexpediency of permitting Marie to get a glimpse of her standing on the spacious veranda, and she moved swiftly away in the direction of the arbor.
She often turned to glance back at the stableboy and Marie approaching the entrance hall of Roxboro Manor.
In the spacious and well-filled library sat his lordship, buried in meditation since his afternoon siesta. He had made up his mind to settle the matter with Caroline and the stableboy.
After Marie introduced the blushing and nervous boy into his august presence, she retired. He turned and surveyed the servant. Undoubtedly he was an attractive-looking youth and Lord Roxboro could but ill suppress a look of envy when he glanced in the direction of the youth's vigorous organ, the outlines of which showed quite plainly through his tight pants.
After a careful scrutiny of the waiting youth, he seated himself in his favorite chair and bowed his head in thoughtful meditation. Suddenly he arose and went to the door of his library and called to Caroline.
“Caroline, come into the library. I wish to see you at once.”
Carl was standing nervously, first on one foot, then switching to the other. He looked about with apparent curiosity, but actually appeared startled when he saw Lord Roxboro make the quick move to the door to call Caroline.
Caroline opened the door quietly and stepped into the library, thinking that her uncle had undoubtedly recovered from his petulance and that with a little love play between them, all would be forgotten.
She stepped into the dim room and gazed expectantly at her uncle.
Lord Roxboro surveyed her calmly for a moment and then made a motion with his hand to her side. She turned, and seeing the blushing Carl standing gawkishly, his face covered with blushes, she looked startled and paled visibly, glancing quickly at her uncle as if to divine his intentions, then she hung her head.
Lord Roxboro watched them both keenly and when she hung her head, he appeared satisfied and, assuming a judicial appearance, he remarked:
“How, now, Caroline! Why this air of demure shyness, this bashful schoolgirl attitude. Surely you do not feel constrained in the presence of this poor stableboy? You were not so a few hours ago, when I last saw you locked in a fervent embrace, your legs wrapped about his muscular back. Tut, tut, tut, Caroline. Don't put on the act for your uncle.”