7th of June.

7th of June, 17XX

I had not left my rooms for several days since my last entry, and had turned away any and all callers. I awoke in the dead of night to fulfill my toilet, but my chamber pot was no where to be found. As I wandered half-blind by sleepy eyes, through the halls of my lodging, I heard noises coming from the servant's quarters. Through the haze of delirium, I must have gone that way to see who was still awake to ask them where they had stored the pot away.

A blade of light shone through their barely open door, and as I drew closer, the noises gained clarity. The creaking of a bed frame, the slapping of meat, labored grunting and the now quite familiar, feminine moans of pleasure. My eyes widened and my mind awoke totally. I knew exactly what was happening on the other side of that door.

I stood a few paces from them, frozen by indecision. While I had been informed that this was not an uncommon sight, I did not wish to intrude. The events that I had bore witness to before were, largely, by invitation, but this was an activity done in true privacy. And yet... these are my servants. Temporary, of course, but still...

Curiosity overrun caution. I crept up those few paces, slowly, quietly, stepping from toe to heel with every breath. The light grew to blinding and my heart was pounding. With the gentlest of touches, I widened the crack between door and frame. I drew a slow breath and peeped.

Inside, I saw Gloria kneeling on all fours on her bed, while Howard was thrusting into her from behind. This was the first time I had seen them out of uniform. Howard was always lean, but I could see a wiry like strength in his limbs as her used them to take control of Gloria. Usually tucked under her bonnet, Gloria had luscious black hair that was currently being used like reins by Howard as he pulled back on it, making her counter-thrust into him. I also had no idea how she had done so, but Gloria had managed to conceal a healthy pair of breasts that could rival a prize heifer.

Releasing her hair, Howard looped his arm in-between hers and pulled her backwards, making her arch her back while his other hand came up to paw at her breast. A short gasp escaped her lips before he kissed her roughly; his short, quick thrusts making her free breast bounce off her ribs. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Your pussy feels so good," he swore, putting more strength into his fingers. They sunk deeper into her flesh and she squealed. But Howard moved quickly and clamped his hand over her mouth. "Hush, hush, hush. We don't want to wake Mr. Mckay, do we?" His body worked completely contrary to his words, his thrusts gaining speed and volume.

A Curse upon comfort I say. A Curse. As I watched Gloria weather Howard's motions, I suddenly realized that I was licking my lips and that I had been pleasuring myself with my hand, my nightshirt doing nothing to impede the onanistic urges. Howard gave another thrust and let his hands free. Gloria fell forwards with a soft thud and when she looked up, she turned to the door and for the briefest of instants, our eyes met.

I slunk back behind the door and pressed myself against the wall, trying my best to control my breathing. She saw me. I knew that she must have seen me. "Howard, Howard, wait, wait," I heard her gasp and my blood turned to ice.