In The Other Room

The room beyond was very nearly the mirror of the one Connie had just left.

The walls were covered in the same brightly coloured tapestries and the room was again dominated by a huge four-poster bed but unlike the other bed, this one not only looked like it could be slept in but was, to Connie's shock, occupied.

“Who ‘r you?” The man in the bed asked as he pushed himself upright, making no effort to hide his naked form.

Connie stood in stunned silence as she watched this stranger, his build and manner making him most likely one of the groundskeepers, as he pushed himself to the edge of the bed. The early morning sunlight outlining the contours of his muscles and dragging Connie’s eyes downwards to his crotch where…

“Move aside!”

The sound of Matron Halliwell's chipper voice booming at her from behind nearly made her jump out of her skin. As she quickly shuffled to the side with a mumbled apology, Halliwell and Mary stepped into the room, Mary still with that same placid expression on her face.

“Oh!” The man on the bed chirped as he saw Mary. “Punishment Detail girls.” As he spoke he leered at Connie in a way that made her skin crawl, his hand reaching between his legs to play with himself as he did. “Here to pick up Lizzy then?”

Connie didn’t understand what he meant as he gestured over his shoulder with his free hand, it was only then that she realised that what she had taken as just another lump in the pile of throws on the bed was, in fact, a sleeping figure.

“She’ll need cleaned up, mind you.” The man remarked casually as he continued to work his member.

“Yes, she will.” Matron Halliwell agreed as she glanced between Mary and Connie. “As will Reece,” she added with a gesture to the man who was leering at Connie, cock still in hand.

“So, who is cleaning who?”