So, if there is life after death, how can hypnosis exist, the soul is present, Sir Reg mused patting his paunch and stoking his whiskers. He needed someone beyond reproach to ‘go under’ and return to report. Who though? “Retiring with me Reg?” Eliza startles him. “No dear, got a bit more to do…I’ll only be an hour or so”. If only he could think think of someone.
Marriage didn’t suit Eliza, she climbed the stairs and faced her own familiar decision. Their room to the right or the grooms quarters to the left. Left, easily she had time and she had an aching inclination.
As she raised her hand to knock she was admitted by Karl, the Groom, or Valet was responsible for running the house for the pleasure of the family and Eliza was family. Glancing up the hall he then gently closed the door. Eliza was bent toward shaking her gown off standing to present herself, inside shoes, stockings, knickers, suspenders and belt topped by a fine boned corset. She cupped her breasts up so the puffy nipples protruded over the top. “Hurry, only an hour…”. Karl stepped in, boob in one hand the other behind her neck leaned back, his kiss immediately deep and aggressive. She melted.