When we arrived at the house I new that my benefactor was indeed richer then I had guessed.

I felt kind of funny, like I was going to be sick but at the same time I was excited about the new life.

I had given my name as Lewis Little, because I didn't know if Devon would be in the papers as a run away when father found out about my latest disgrace. Oh the old master would not say I was having sex with his son, more likely he was to say I stole something or I broke something.

The house was magificent. A three story Tutor, with a drive through portal for passengers and riders to disembark.

A beautiful young girl came out to greet us, I saw a boy too, maybe five or so.

I wanted that girl, I wanted her and knew I couldn't have her, and it hurt, I was a servant now.

I hated the thought of being a servant, but I needed to eat and madame promised me more then food I think unless my senses are adled. I can always earn a bit then hit the road again.

"This is Emily," Missus Foxworthy said.

The look she gave him was clear keep your hands off my daughter.

"Hello," Emily said.

"Hello," I said from the coach box.

"Lewis is to be our new house boy," she said, "Henry could you find Lewis one of those gray suits."

"Yes madame," he said.

"Well Lewis go into the kitchen and get something to eat, after Emily shows you were to put the bags," Elizabet said.

"Yes madame," I said thinking Emily was sure pretty.

After I put the bags into what I assumed were Elizabets chambers, I returned to the kitchen and scullery in the lowest floor.

"I am Clare the cook, want to set the table, do ye know how?" she asked thinking he was just a baby, it was a shame.

"Of course I can set a table," I said, grateful that Conrad had insisted that I learn about food and wine.

The next day I was looking around, no one had yet to give me a uniform or tell me what I was to do and I ran into Emily, we of course kissed and I really wanted her even more. She was so beautiful.

Later Henry gave me a uniform and said, "Missus Foxworthy wishes to see you she has some errands for you. Bathe before wearing these, they are clean."

Oh and did she have errands, I bathed and put on my new uniform and went to see you

I have no idea why she wanted me to put the uniform on she took it right back off, maybe it was to make sure I had washed.

I had never had a really experienced woman, only my little prostitutes and they were learning as was I at the time. She wore me out, I was so tired I had no energy to chase Emily.

When the master of the house was home I kept a low profile, and would observe him, he was a dour looking man. Old probably fifty at least with

Every day the two children had lessons, their governess was a male, and I wondered how many times Elisabet had him in her bed. He was quite handsome and he reminded me of a crush of mine, before I had learn the pleasure a man can give you. I wished he was my instructor. I had no idea that Master Emory Reynolds felt the same way, and that Elisabet had never gotten past some kiss and tickle with him. He prefered males, but I did not know this and thought my crush would go unnoticed.

He was so handsome and I would smile at him and let my hand linger a bit when I passed him something.

The man was dear, he liked to read, one day he asked me how old I was, and I realized he did not want a teenaged lover maybe.

"I will be eighteen next month," I lied, I had always been tall for my age and I knew another growth spurt was coming and I would look eighteen in a month.

He smiled and whispered, "Would you like to come to my bed for your birthday present.

"Indeed I would," I said eyeing him thinking this was too good to be true.

Of course I had to first and formost keep the lady of the house satisfied and she was ravenous, and almost insatiable.

I would leave her bed feeling like a new born foal my legs trembling beneath me. But as soon as I got my growth spurt under the good food of the sweet Clara, I found it easier to satisfy her ladyship.

So the day finally arrived when I was to be eighteen, actually that day was almost a year away.

Emory took me into his bed and we became lovers, and I realized how much more skilled Emory was then Conrad, he taught me a lot. Our pleasures were forbidden but we were very careful. I loved Emory and wanted to be with him forever. He made me feel more then any woman had ever made me feel.

To Elisabet I was just a toy, something she could use when her husband was in London and doing what ever he did there, which was over half the time.

To Emory I was his lover, and his love, his world, and he was mine. I never remembered feeling sexually frustrated a minute in that house. It was the best of both worlds, mother and daughter, and my lovely Emory.

The mistress of the house was demanding but it was nothing I could not handle, in fact I loved trying to wear her out like she had worn me out.

Two years of bliss and then tragedy, at least for me. I didn't mind that the mistress of the house some times liked me to make love to her wearing all of her jewels and a fur coat, I thought it was rather fun.

I am not sure what exactly happened. All I know because I was busy elsewhere is that the master was home and in a bad mood.

He wanted to hear Emily play the piano forte and Daniel sing, then recite his lessons.

Emory had the children do as the master wished.

"You have done a good job, Emory, but I think the time has come to send my son to a school that can teach him more then singing and poetry, and simple math. My daughter will be marrying in a year, so you have your two weeks notice," the master said.

No I cried, what could I do Emory would have to go away from me I could not bare it.

What could I do, I wanted to be with him, but I was old enough to know no one would hire two adult men to teach their children. Plus I was not very book bright.

That night I lie in his arms crying, and he comforted me.