My parents returned the next day in the afternoon.
I was pleased to see that Margot was with them, as they stepped out of their carriage.
I walked down to welcome them, much surprised that my brothers weren't as anxious to hear whatever news we might receive.
As I stepped onto the yard, I noticed their demeanour had not much changed from the past few days.
I feared all was lost, but I didn't dare say so. I just looked at my father, expectantly.
He sighed and appeared much vexed from having to speak.
'We may be saved,' he said.
My mother appeared tired, but her face didn't clearly show any emotion that I could read.
'Margot, please help me with my things,' Mother said to the maid. 'Take them to my room presently.'
My friend did as she was told. She didn't even glance at me, and I believed she didn't feel at liberty to speak to me.
My parents retired without saying another word.
I was feeling relieved at what hope Father had conveyed, but I understood there was still some danger, although I didn't know its extent yet.
My parents didn't come down to dinner than night.
My brother and I had a much more sombre meal than the night before.
I informed them that we might be saved.
They appeared hung over from the night before: despite their efforts, their hair appeared sticky and lifeless; their complexion was pale, if not green; their eyes moved about without any capacity to fix their attention onto anything.
I was in much doubt over their ability to understand what I was saying.
I ate my meal and thought about the message that Margot had sent me before her departure. She promised her confidence upon her return, and I was eager to learn about her trip with my parents, of which I knew nothing at all, and, as hard as I tried, I was unable to guess its nature.
I went into my bedroom early, hoping that the maid would come and see me presently, but she must have been given a lot of work to do, or she must have been quite tired and in need of some rest, as she came after the hour struck midnight, and I was already asleep.
'Miss? May I come in?' she called from outside the door.
I woke up, still confused as if still asleep, and commanded her to come in.
I sat up and asked her to join me, to which she readily agreed, so that we now lay next to each other, resting our backs against the pillows.
I enjoyed feeling the warmth that her body was giving off, and I took her hand into mine, stroking it kindly.
'Miss,' she began, 'thank you kindly for recommending me to my masters once again. I have been forgiven!'
I knew I wasn't responsible for this change of heart. In fact, I hadn't said anything to my parents, so worried I was about my own impending misfortune. Now, I was gladly relieved to see my friend, as I had also feared that my parents would dismiss her, as they had dismissed my tutor.
'I want you to tell me everything that happened while you were away,' I said to her.
'You want me to remember the great pain that oppresses my heart,' Margot replied.
'I beg you to tell me, as faithful as you can, everything: I have been in great distress, as I believe my future depends on the events you have been a witness to.'
Margot looked at me and nodded:
'I am sorry to inform you that you are not mistaken. Indeed, I have learned that this house is under imminent threat.'
My tears, which I had held back since I had learned of our troubles, were now flowing:
'Dear Margot, please tell me, for the truth cannot be as terrible as what I have been imagining.'
Finally, she agreed, promising to tell me everything, as she felt much indebted to me.
Once more, I have to recount her words, as faithfully as my memory allows me:
We left, my master and my mistress and I, only yesterday. The carriage took us to an inn where we changed our horses and ate our lunch. You father and mother didn't speak a word to each other, such was the worry that oppressed them, and I kept to myself all along.
During our lunch, I saw that my mistress was looking at her husband with much distress. He often seemed eager to say something, but he said nothing. He looked at her, and, in these glances, I could see they were communicating some secret they shared.
I understood that something was troubling them, but I was exceedingly happy about being forgiven and in their graces once again. I certainly didn't suspect any of the things I learned over the next hours, so you will forgive me my happiness.
Your parents took a room to rest for an hour after our meal, while I waited downstairs with the other patrons.
The room was unusually full, and I spied some very fine gentlemen in the room. This surprised me, as I knew this inn was poorly frequented, and its clientele was normally made of hawkers, store owners, and other such travellers.
As I waited for my master to descend and resume the journey, a fine gentleman sat next to me.
'You are too fine for this establishment. Tell me,' he said, 'are you too a traveller passing through these unfamiliar places?'
I told him that I was indeed.
He inquired after where I lived, to which I said I lived a few leagues from there, in a very fine house, serving very fine people.
'Serving?' he exclaimed, 'But I had taken you for a lady.'
I thanked him for the compliment, knowing that he was speaking in jest.
'Are you staying long?' I asked him.
'No, my lady, only the time to change our horses.'
'And have you been travelling for long?'
'A few days now, but I believe I will reach my destination in the afternoon.'
'What is your name?' he asked me.
I told him my name was Margot, and he informed me his name was Mr LeClair. Although he had no title, I could tell he was very refined and of means, as I had seen he wore expensive clothes and had a golden watch.
Mr LeClair then asked me if I was hungry, and if I wanted to join him, as he had a room upstairs.
I said I has eaten and was now waiting for my master.
'I will let my men know to tell your master that you're just keeping a gentleman company, if he comes down. Please, drink with me. I like your company, and I beg you to accept mine.'
As I said, I was in such high spirits that I saw nothing wrong with spending a few minutes in this gentleman's company.
We walked upstairs to a room he had to himself.
This man looked very distinguished. He wore fine clothes, and I found him to be very pleasing to the eye. He had also been very gallant in his compliments to me.
When we reached the room I has spoken of, he came closer and caressed my hair, in that cajoling way I found so flattering.
He offered me a glass of wine, which I took, and he made a toast to my health.
Finally, he came close to me, which made me blush, put his hand on my breast and whispered I was very beautiful.
I was now apprehensive that I might be late for my master, but I must confess I enjoyed the way Mr LeClair was treating me.
I allowed him to leave his hand on my breast, and I began to fondle it.
Soon, I was caressing him all over, and, when I felt the large bulge in his trousers, I helped him out of his clothes, eager for what I knew was now coming.
He had indeed a fine cock, with pretty curls on his base, and a pair of pink testicles of average size underneath.
'Sir,' I asked, 'I would like to thank you for your kindness, and I believe you're already showing me how best I can repay someone so superior.'
I knelt down and, finding him already hard, promptly put his dick in my mouth.
Mr LeClair said:
'I made a good friend, today.'
I licked the tip of his cock, running my tongue around and around, as this seemed to provoke the greatest compliments.
'Oh, my little slut, how well you suck me!' he cried out.
I then took his testicles in my hand and stroked them as I sucked. With a finger, I reached behind them, and these caresses made him moan even louder.
'My little Margot,' he said, 'I believe this treatment, although very pleasant, is quite unfair: you are not receiving any stimulation. Let me fuck your pussy, so we can both enjoy ourselves.'
He picked me up and put me on top of the table. I spread my legs wide, allowing him to get a good view of my pussy.'
'It's nice and fat, my good friend. I believe it's made to give the greatest pleasure in the world!' he exclaimed.
Mr LeClair, without further ado, put his cock inside me. He groped my ass and began fucking me with much enthusiasm.
His stomach rubbed against my clit, and his balls were hitting my ass with every movement.
'My good sir,' I said, 'I have to warn you that my pleasure can be great and will soil your fine clothes.'
This announcement inflamed Mr LeClair's desire further. He dug his fingers into the flesh of my ass to push harder and deeper.
Then, Mr LeClair picked me up once more and, while still fucking me, carried me towards one side of the room. There, he briefly took his dick off, while I descended. I had my feet back on the floor. Mr LeClair turned me around and accommodated me so that I had my hands on the wall. He then put his cock inside my pussy without delay.
'You are a wonderful surprise in this journey of mine,' he said.
In this position, I wasn't being stimulated as much as before, but I was eager to reach an orgasm with this fine gentleman.
I screamed with each push.
'Deeper, sir! I like it hard!' I begged.
The view of my ass must have been pleasing to him, as he popped a thumb into my ass.
As he did so, I couldn't contain my excitement.
'Oh, how she gushes!' he cried, for I must have squirted on his cock as he was fucking me.
He then took his dick off me, and I felt the warmth of his semen on my back. He begged me to be patient, as he said, which surprised me a little, he was not finished.
Then, this gentleman proceeded to move as much of his semen from my back into my asshole. He rubbed it on the entry, around and around, then he used a finger or two to get as much as he could inside, and he then revelled in playing with it in that place for a few minutes.
I enjoyed the feeling of being penetrated in such fashion with this unusual lubricant, and I listened to all the little squelching sounds that that activity made.
As he did so, I felt much aroused and asked this gentleman if he didn't mind if I entertained myself as he finished what he was doing.
'It will give me a great pleasure to know we're both having fun.'
Being used in this new was, even though Mr LeClair was not using as much force as I was accustomed to, warmed me once more.
'Oh, sir, I am now horny once more. What you're doing excites me greatly.'
I began to moan again, and Mr LeClair found my sounds of appreciations very pleasing, as his fingering became more intense, and he made very fine comments:
'What a fine little butt I've found!'
I enjoyed the feeling of my asshole being played with by Mr LeClair's fingers, and the feeling of that thick liquid moving about.
It wasn't long before I came again, while this gentleman was fingering my behind, which was now full of sticky semen.
Finally, he used me much courtesy and cleaned me with his handkerchief.
'I will preserve this as a memory of our encounter, my dear Margot,' he said, putting the cloth, which was indeed quite soiled, in his breast pocket.
He offered me a coin, which I accepted out of politeness, and he allowed me to leave.
I walked downstairs feeling a gentle and pleasant tingling to my behind, and feeling very content for having orgasmed twice that morning.
Neither my master nor my mistress, which were now awaiting my return inside the carriage, asked me to justify my tardiness, but they instructed the driver to leave without delay, as they were eager to reach their destination before dark.