"Now then Molly," said Cook, straightening my cap and smoothing out the folds in my black apron with her pudgy pink fingers, "I think you're ready to take the master and mistress their tea." I flushed with excitement, I'd been working at the big house for three months now and it was the first time I'd been given such and honour.
I've never been away from home before so I was a bit scared but I wanted to do my best. The tray was heavy but I carried it ever so carefully, along the hall way and up the two stairs to the master's bedroom. All the past masters of the hall seemed to be looking down on me from their portraits making sure that I didn't spill the milk or rattle the tea cups.
Standing outside the big wooden door of the master bedroom I felt awful nervous like i might run away but I knew I mustn't so I knocked carefully on the big door and listened. I waited to be told to come in but no call came so I listened real hard. I couldn't hear no call but I could hear a sort of sobbing. It sounded like the mistress were upset, "I expect she'll be glad of a nice cup of tea," I thought and knocked again.
This time I heard someone call something, I wasn't sure what, but I thought they wanted me to come in.
Inside the bed chamber it was pretty dark, the blinds being drawn but I could just make out the big bed with its curtains half drawn so I made my way over with the tray. I couldn't see much but I could hear and it sounded as though the mistress was right up set she was making low moaning noises like our cow done when she was calving. As I got closer to th bed my eyes began to get used to the dark an I could see a bit. I could see the curtains half drawn round the four poster and some movement behind there, but I couldn't see watched.
I peeped round the curtains and suddenly there they was, the master and the mistress. The mistress was kneeling on all fours and she was naked. Master Charles was behind her, naked too, his eyes closed, an I could see all the hair on his chest glistening. He was trying to push the mistress off the bed with his thighs but she didn't want to go. The mistress is a good looking woman, well rounded and her long dark hair was hanging down over her face so she never saw me. Her skin looked smooth and lovely and pale and every time the master pushed her, her teats swung forward with her nipples ever so big.
I didn't know what to do and just stood still for a moment holding the tray.
I was so surprised I must have loosened my grip on the tray and it went crashing to the floor breaking the cups. The master stopped pushing an opened his eyes. "Good Lord!" he cried and the mistress looked up at me too. "How long have you been there?" he says.
"I'm sorry," I stammered and started to cry.
The mistress grabbed a dressing gown and threw it round herself, "Oh poor girl." She put her arms round me and held me for a moment. "It's alright you mustn't upset yourself." The master wrapped himself in a blanket and just sat there looking at me and winding his moustache.
"Oh my word, my word," he murmured.
The mistress wiped my cheeks with sleeve of her dressing gown, t felt silky and cool "You are new aren't you, what's your name?
"Molly,"