Maid to be Married

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In 1894, a proper London maid knew her place in the world. Mary, a pretty 18 year old example of the serving class, thought she knew her place quite well. Things change when she inadvertently discovers the shocking secret her beloved Miss Amanda has been hiding all her life. It is an early morning secret that makes the bedclothes rise as if supported by a tent pole! Mary soon finds her true place in the world. A warm and snug place beneath the unique and lovely body of her beloved mistress!

Maid to be Married

By Honey Moon

It had just been the tiniest of glimpses, but it had been more then enough to set Mary’s mind in a whirl. Could such things really be true? Could someone like Miss Amanda Oswald really truly be real? “Oh my.” The maid sighed in the privacy of her little room in the servant’s wing of the stately Oswald manor. “Oh my goodness me!”

The buxom redhead sighed again. She could hardly believe the sight she beheld early that morning. As was her daily task, she had slipped into her mistress’s room and opened the curtains on a bright and beautiful autumn day. Miss Amanda was sleeping later then usual. Normally she would be sitting up, and offer a few kind words. Today was different. The celebrations of her eighteenth birthday had kept her up far later then where her habits. A shaft of sunlight played across the large four poster bed. That was when Mary gasped. It wasn’t the sight of glorious golden hair fanned out over the pillow, nor was it the gentle rise and fall of firm lovely breasts as her mistress stirred into wakefulness. It was the large presence under the bedcovers, rising like a circus tent pole from the young woman’s midsection!

Mary Elizabeth O’Brian had seen such a sight quite a few times before while in the employ of Colonel Sebastian Moran. Many’s the morning she had to fight off the retired soldier and well known hunter’s amorous advances in her efforts to preserve her cherished innocence! She had left his service the very day he had gone as far as to tear the bodice of her prim black uniform! Her screams had stopped him, as he feared more then anything police involvement in his private affairs.

Thank goodness he had the good graces to write her such a sterling letter of recommendation when she announced she was leaving! She was doubly grateful in finding a new position before her former employer was arrested in an attempt to add that consulting detective, Mister Sherlock Holmes, to his bag of big game. Mary shuddered. Mister Holmes’s mysterious return to life and London had been the talk of the town! Being touched by such a sordid scandal would have surely prevented her from making the discovery she had made this morning!

Unpleasantness forgotten, Mary’s mind returned to her new mistress. “Miss Amanda has a, she has…” Even in privacy, Mary had trouble making