The lady and the tramp.
If Daisy's life was a Facebook relationship status at best it'd be complicated! She meets Marshall by chance one day and he throws her ordered life into chaos by falling head over heels for her.
Lady Daisy Greville keeps man...
I spent the night with Daisy wrapped in my arms, the secret passage thing was fucking awesome and I heard her creeping out this morning before the footman came into wake me up and ask if he could dress me, fucking pervert!
Daisy was taking us on the tour around the castle today after breakfast, she had asked the girls which part they were most interested in and all three of them said the dungeons and ghost towers, great more fucking haunted shit, don't get me wrong in it’s own old medieval kind of way the castle was actually a beautiful place and the grounds were stunning but I'd never tell anyone that because I've got a rep to protect.
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The heavy wooden door creeks open and signals the beginning of my day
“Good morning sir, up nice and early I see” he strolls over towards the window and opens the curtains, I shield my eyes, it's bright out there this morning
“will sir be needing a bath drawn for him this morning?” he stands at the foot of my bed looking at me expectantly
“umm, I'm just gonna grab a shower if that's ok!”
he nods his head “Very well sir" and leaves the room. I can lay back and relax for a moment.
The wooden panel opens beside the fireplace and in walks my girl, looking amazing in skinny black jeans and a tight fitting grey top
“wakey, wakey hands off snakey"
she sings as she walks out and towards me, I laugh at her
“D, come here and touch my snakey!” She refuses and tells me to get up and get ready and leaves to go over to the girls room.
I get up and shower and touch my own snakey, then get ready and head out to join my girls, the noise coming their room is really loud, a lot of squealing and giggling, as soon as I open the door all the noise stops as they turn and look at me.
“what's going on?” I ask suspiciously,
“nothing" they all reply at once and look at one another smirking until Daisy leaps up shouting breakfast, Her tits looks fuckable as they jiggle around and I'm sure bigger than normal in the top she's wearing and I want to put my hands all over them and maybe my dick too, but the three faces staring at me bring my perving session to an abrupt end, the girls giggle as I blush and walk away, red faced from being caught in the act by my own daughters.
The girls and Daisy pile their plates high again, I don't know where they are putting all this fucking food and I'm feeling a little ignored as my four girls chat about dresses, make up and celebrity gossip, I'm about to let my sensitive feelings known when I look at Daisy's face, she's gone ghostly pale, she jumps up and runs out of the room leaving us all staring after her.
When she hasn't come back a few minutes later I go and try finding her but meet her on her way back just outside the door
“You okay baby" I ask, concerned if she's still ill and hiding it from me, she smiles and strokes my hand
