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You Rang, M'Lord?	By : ODB Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 34797 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 4 – Keeping Busy

“Come on, Ginny, it’s just up here.”

“Where are you two dragging me?” she complained in a put-upon voice.

“We’ve got something we want to show you,” said Ernest.

Ever since she’d faced the Monster of Blackthorn House, the rest of the male staff had started showing great interest in her. Alice had explained that this was common and it was expected that Lord Selwyn would have any new girls first. Now he had had her, the others would be trying to get in her knickers. The thing that shocked her most was how encouraging Alice was about her accepting their offers. As the blond often said, everyone in the house was fucking everyone else and she seemed keen for Ginny to join in.

With this in mind, she had accepted an offer from Ernest and Roy to tour the more obscure parts of the house. Ernest was the Footman and Roy the Houseman. Both were tall and handsome and both had mischievous personalities. They’d been flirting with her outrageously over the last few days and she had to admit that she liked both of them. The strange thing to her was that they appeared to be operating as a team.

Ginny wasn’t so innocent as to realise what that meant.

To be honest, the tour that the boys had given her had been very interesting and she’d seen parts of the huge house that she’d never seen before. As they walked through the largely uninhabited parts of the place, the boys had seemed to have a final destination in mind. The fact that they moving further and further from the well-trodden corridors wasn’t lost on her.

“This is it,” Roy announced as they stopped in front of a door that was indistinguishable from any other in the house.

“What’s this then?” Ginny asked as Ernest pushed the door open revealing a bedroom identical to dozens of others around the place.

“This was the former bedroom of Dame Elizabeth Hesketh,” Roy explained, taking her arm and leading her into the room. “Have you ever heard of her?”

“Can’t say that I have,” she replied, very aware that Ernest had followed them in and closed the door behind them.

“She was quite a notorious lady,” Roy told her. “She owned this place back in the early eighteen hundreds having inherited it after her husband was killed in some Muggle war. She was only in her mid-twenties when he died and apparently she felt quite stifled by the life she led. She, therefore, decided to devote her life to pleasure and formed a society of like-minded people.”

“Yeah, and a right infamous bunch they were,” Ernest clarified. “While they dabbled in the arts; painting, acting, music… that sort of stuff, they were really known for their outrageous parties.”

“Well, they were called parties but perhaps orgies would be a better description,” Roy continued. “Drink, drugs, and lots and lots of perverted sex. It caused quite the scandal but Dame Hesketh didn’t care. She was a witch so she knew the appropriate Contraception Charms so she went wild. It’s rumoured that she had hundreds of lovers and was involved in all sorts of weird practices.”

“And most of these perverted acts were performed in this very room,” Ernest said, spreading his arms wide.

“Very interesting,” Ginny agreed.

“Mind you, this particular room was perfectly suited to it. It’s virtually soundproof and you could scream your head off and no one would hear a thing. You could get up to anything in here.”

“Really? Any reason you’re telling me this?” Ginny challenged.

“Err, well…”

“Are you sure that you two didn’t lure me up here in the hope that you could both have your wicked way with me?”

“What? No, of course not!” Roy exclaimed.

“No, not at all,” Ernest agreed. “No, no, no, no, no, no… well, yes. Are you kidding?”

“Yeah, you’re bloody gorgeous! Of course we’re trying to get in your knickers.”

Ginny looked at them and felt a surge of excitement surge through her. Did she dare do this? Two blokes at the same time? How deliciously wicked that would be. But did she have the nerve?

“Well, I do try and stay on good terms with my fellow workers,” she said, feeling her body tremble in anticipation. “You only had to ask nicely.”

Ernest and Roy exchanged a triumphant look between them before turning their attention back to her. Rather than advance towards her, however, the two men instead began to take their clothes off.

Feeling her mouth suddenly become dry, she watched as Ernest and Roy purposefully stripped. As they were both wearing their elaborate uniforms, it was quite a slow process but this only meant that her excitement was given longer to build. She was left with the distinct impression that they had done this before as they were both well-coordinated when removing their clothing. For example, they both managed to strip their shirts off at roughly the same time, revealing that they both had lean and muscular builds. Next came their shoes and socks, closely followed by their trousers. Finally, their underwear was shed leaving them both standing in front of her naked as the day they were born.

“Bloody hell, does every bloke in this place have a big cock?” Ginny gasped.

“Think about it,” Ernest said. “If we were under-equipped we’d soon end up feeling a bit deficient working for Saucy Selwyn, wouldn’t we?”

“Yeah, your ego wouldn’t survive five minutes unless you were packing something impressive yourself, eh?” Roy agreed, taking his half-erect meat and swinging it in his hand.

“So, we heard that on your first day that you made the boss shoot his load just by giving him head,” Ernest continued. “Fancy giving us a demonstration of your talents?”

“No secrets in this place, are there?” she noted. “Mind you, I think I’m a bit over-dressed for the job.”

Noting the glee in their eyes, Ginny began to take off her clothes. Seeing the two, handsome men standing there with their big cocks rapidly hardening, she was keen to get as naked as they were. Even so, she took a leaf out of their book and slowly stripped for them. She took her time, removing her headwear and apron, undoing her dress and slipping it off her shoulders, carefully unfastening her suspender belt and rolling down her tights. Finally, she discarded her bra and knickers with a casualness that she surely didn’t feel. In fact, she was nearly shaking with excitement and her pussy was already soaking. She was about to get fucked by two blokes at the same time and it excited her wildly.

Now totally naked, she slowly walked over to the boys and, with trembling fingers, ran her hands over their smooth, muscular chests. Then, to their evident delight, she sank down onto her knees and took a cock in each hand.

The two men were roughly the same size, although Roy’s glands seemed thicker and more bulbous. They were both nearly fully erect by now and, to Ginny’s increasingly experienced eyes, appeared to be around eight inches or so long. Both had thick shafts and Ernest featured a prominent foreskin although this was already peeled right back. Almost whimpering with need, she began to slowly run her hands up and down their rock-hard lengths, wanking them into their maximum size. She then realised she had a problem. Which cock did she suck first?

“Hmm, which one? Which one?” she mused. “What Quidditch teams do you two support?”

“The Appleby Arrows,” Roy said.

“The Holyhead Harpies,” added Ernest.

“We have a winner!” Ginny gleefully announced and slowly ran her tongue over Ernest’s engorged helmet. He gasped as she roughly licked his swollen glands, taking special care to flick the tip of her tongue up and down the slit in the end of his dick. The man moaned loudly as she worked her magic.

“I’ve suddenly become a Harpies fan, too!” Roy announced desperately.

Laughing, she leaned over and repeated her actions on him. He seemed equally delighted and Ginny was secretly delighted that she had so quickly learnt how to pleasure men so well. Obviously, she had a natural talent for it.

Having drenched both men’s helmets in her saliva, she began to work her way down Roy’s shaft, licking as she went. While she continued to slowly wank Ernest’s cock, she took one of the Houseman’s balls in her mouth and sucked it hard. After making the man’s legs tremble, she switched over and crammed one of Ernest’s bollocks in her mouth. The whole thing was getting her massively turned on and, almost panting with desire, she pulled back and wrapped her lips around the man’s cock and slid it deep into her mouth.

“Oh, fuck! No wonder the boss spunked so quickly!” Ernest moaned.

“Go on, Ginny, show us how much cock you can get down your throat,” Roy encouraged.

This was something that she’d been practicing and, bearing in mind how many blokes with big dicks there were in the house, it seemed a wise idea. Slowly bobbing her head back and forth, Ginny opened her mouth wide, and, making sure she was breathing through her nose, she pushed her head forward and felt the man’s massive cock slide down her throat. She didn’t stop until her nose was pressed into his neatly-trimmed pubes. She held this position until she began to gag, before pulling her head back rapidly, spraying saliva everywhere.

“OH FUCK!” Ernest yelled.

“Me next, Ginny!” Roy begged, his eyes wide at the sight of his mate’s entire length vanishing into her mouth.

Ginny took a moment to get her breath back before taking Roy’s cock into her hand. Taking one last deep breath through her nose, she opened her mouth and took his throbbing dick inside. For some reason, doing it a second time was always easier and she soon found her chin resting against his balls. Once again, she held that position as long as she could before pulling back, again leaving a thick, silvery thread of drool running between the end of his cock and her mouth.

“That’s unreal,” Roy sobbed.

“You know, mate, I think we’d better stop doing this or we’ll cum as fast as saucy Selwyn did,” Ernest advised. “I think it’s time we sampled what this little vixen’s body tastes like.”

“Good idea.”

Before she knew it, Ginny had been pulled up off her knees and carried to the bed. She was then roughly thrown on it, bouncing several times, before the boys pounced on her. Within seconds, they both had one of her nipples in their mouths and they began to suck on them hard. Simultaneously, their rough hands began to roam over her body, slowly driving her crazy.

Soon, she felt fingers creeping between her legs, and one of the boys, she didn’t know which, began to rub her pussy, further increasing her pleasure. As she writhed on the bed, the two men decided to continue their survey of her body downwards. They released her swollen nipples and began to kiss their way down her ribs and then her stomach until they both reached her groin area. Then, to her surprise, she found herself being pulled onto her side and her right leg being forced into the air.

She soon found the reason. Looking down, she saw Ernest wiggling down the bed until his head was level with her pussy which he then proceeded to attack with his mouth. As she gasped in pleasure, she suddenly felt a new experience. It took her a few seconds to process the fact, but she then realised that Roy was licking her arsehole.

“Oh, for fucks sake!” she cried as the men’s tongues worked their magic on her.

Never in a million years would she have imagined something so dirty happening to her. Her two work colleagues, who she honestly couldn’t admit that she knew very well at all, were eagerly licking her holes. Her pussy was one thing, but her arse? Nevertheless, Ginny couldn’t deny that the experience felt wonderful and that new, exciting realms of pleasure were opening to her.

It was clear that both Ernest and Roy knew what they were doing. Ginny grabbed her right leg under the knee and used her arm to pull it higher, giving both men the maximum access to her holes. She closed her eyes as she inched closer and closer to orgasm, each stroke of their rough tongues edging her closer.

Then, with a piercing scream of delight, she came. The boys had no mercy on her, however, continuing to lick and probe as she shook, yelled, and whimpered. It had been her lot lately to continually revaluate what the most amazing and pleasurable experiences of her life had been and once again she had to change her choice as her pair of lovers licked her into ecstasy.

Just when she thought she could take no more, Roy pulled his face from between her arse cheeks and announced to Roy an idea that Ginny thought was the most wonderful thing she’d ever heard.

“You know,” he told his friend, “I think it’s high time that we started fucking this red-haired slut.”

“Too fucking right!” Ernest agreed and pushed Ginny onto her back. In one swift movement, he was suddenly kneeling between her legs with his big, throbbing cock in his hand. As she sobbed with need, he leaned forward and sunk his rock-hard dick deep into her soaking cunt.

“Sweet Merlin, yes!” she screamed as the man thrust himself deep into her.

Roy, not to be left out, scrambled up the bed until his cock was level with her face. Ginny didn’t even need to be told to turn her head and soon the man’s pulsating member was in her mouth. She sucked on it greedily as Ernest’s hips began to gather speed, driving his cock deeper and deeper into her.

What followed was something Ginny would remember all her life. While it was clear from the outset that both men were well experienced in the bedroom, what she hadn’t counted on was their near encyclopaedia level of knowledge when it came to sexual positions. The missionary position with which Ernest had started with was only the gateway to a whole new world for her.

Taking it in turns, the two men pushed and pulled her into every position imaginable. One moment, she was on her hands and knees as Roy thrust into her roughly from behind, the next she was standing next to the bed as Ernest held her arms and bent her forward, slamming his cock into her as he did. She was fucked on her back, on her front, on her knees, on her side, on top of one of them, then the same but facing the other way, and even clutching onto the canopy of the bed. For what seemed like hours, the boys thrust their massive cocks into her increasingly battered pussy, normally while the other had his cock in her mouth. It seemed to be some sort of experiment to establish how much pleasure she could stand before she collapsed.

It was a tired, sweaty Ginny that found herself being pulled on top of Ernest once again, causing her to wonder if they’d finally run out of new positions and were going to start all over again from scratch. As the man’s cock once again sunk deep into her drench cunt, she noted that Roy wasn’t kneeling next to them, eager to have his dick sucked. His location was revealed shortly afterwards when she felt his hands grasp her bum cheeks.

“What are you doing back there?” she asked suspiciously.

“I just want to try something new,” his voice answered from behind her.

Then, with virtually no warning, he shoved his cock up her arse. Ginny’s eyes went wide and she gave a startled shriek. Her mind nearly melted as she felt her anus stretch to accommodate his huge tool as it penetrated her back passage deeper and deeper.

“I’VE GOT A COCK UP MY BUM!” she screamed.

“He, he, you noticed?” Ernest chuckled from underneath her.

“I MEAN IT!” she screaked. “Roy, what the fuck are you doing?”

“Why, I’m giving your arsehole the shafting it so richly deserves,” he replied. “This way, we get to fuck you both at the same time.”

Then, as if that was some pre-arranged signal, both men began to thrust their cocks into her respective holes. At first, having her arse stretched in such a manner was distinctly painful, but her body seemed to adjust with amazing speed. Soon, all she was aware of was the two massive dicks buried deep inside her, so close that they almost felt like they were rubbing together within. Faster and faster they began to move, their hips moving like well-oiled pistons. As the pain subsided and her mind began to comprehend that she had two cocks inside her, Ginny realised something else.

Being double penetrated like this felt fucking amazing.

Gasping for breath, Ginny clutched onto Ernest’s sweaty body as the two men proceeded to try and fuck her to death. Roy, trying to find the best angle to penetrate her, leaned forward and she found herself as a filling in a Ginny sandwich, the men’s muscular bodies’ trapping her between them. All the while, their cocks thrust deeper and harder into her.

Writhing in pleasure, she began to moan and cry, weeping with joy as they ravaged her body. She was sure she came, but single orgasms meant nothing when this level of ecstasy was being inflicted on her.

“Oh, fuck, her arsehole is so tight,” Roy whimpered.

“Hey, remember, I want to try it too!” Ernest responded. “Let’s switch over.”

Suddenly, Roy pulled away and she found herself flipped over, perched on top of Ernest. To her surprise, she not only didn’t resist but actively helped as he tried to line his cock up with her stretched arsehole. Then, when in position, he slid himself into her much to Ginny’s immense satisfaction. Unable to stop herself, she began to thrust her hips up and down, impaling her anus on his stiff cock and experiencing pure anal sex for the first time in her life.

Roy soon stopped her so he could line his needy cock up with her pussy. With a grunt, he rammed himself into her, supporting himself with his right hand while using his left to roughly fondle her tits. Then, the two men began to move in unison again and Ginny’s mind melted.

“Oh, fuck, this is the best thing ever,” she heard Ernest mutter in between gasping breaths. It wasn’t something she could disagree with and getting fucked by two blokes at once became her favourite thing in the world, she decided.

The boys fucked her without mercy, their stiff pricks constantly being thrust in and out of her holes as she lay on top of Ernest with her cunt dripping juice all over them. Ever since she’d stepped into this house she’d been sucked into filthier and filthier activities, admittedly without much protest. What would have happened if she hadn’t come here? Would her first time have been on her wedding night as her new husband awkwardly fumbled around in the dark? Ginny couldn’t imagine anything worse and she gratefully embraced her inner slut. She had discovered that she was a dirty whore and she loved it.

“Roy… mate… can’t hang on much longer,” Ernest stammered, sounding like he was in pain.

“Let’s cream this little bitch,” Roy announced, pulling his dick out of Ginny’s pussy and dragging her off his friend.

Almost before she realised what was happening, Ginny found herself on her back with both men kneeling on either side of her with their cocks in their hands. The two of them masturbated for only a few seconds before Ernest came, followed moments later by Roy. Ginny found herself being sprayed in spunk, jizz hitting her in the face, over her neck, and over her tits. With her body still tingling from the rough fucking she’d received, she grabbed her tits in both hands, massaging them and tugging on her own nipples as the men shot their loads over her.

After what felt like an unusually long time, Ginny opened her eyes and saw her lovers still kneeling there, their bodies flush and sweaty, and both of them panting heavily. Without being prompted, she leaned over and captured Ernest’s cock in her mouth before licking it clean of every last drop of creamy spunk. She then twisted over and did the same to Roy, enjoying listening to him moan with pleasure as she did so. Finally sated, the three of them collapsed on the bed with Ginny sandwiched between the two men. They cuddled up with their legs and arms intertwined.

“That was the most incredible fuck I’ve ever had,” Roy announced after they’d gotten their breaths back.

“Yeah,” Ernest agreed. “We were bloody lucky when you agreed to work here, Ginny.”

“I feel the same,” she told them. “Mmm, that was fantastic, boys.”

“Can’t wait to do it again,” Roy said.

“Oh, no! I can’t take anymore,” Ginny moaned. “My poor arsehole has taken a right battering.”

“It’s alright, Ginny, I doubt either of us could get it up again after all that,” Ernest assured her. “Still, none of us seem to have anything on during Friday afternoons. Perhaps we could make this a regular thing?”

Ginny grinned. So much for her not having anything to do around here.

Despite now having several regular appointments throughout the week, Ginny still found that she had rather a lot of free time on her hands. Being something of an outdoor girl, she’d taken to having a walk once a day and exploring the extensive grounds of Blackthorn House. The gardens were generally immaculate and, again, she suspected that the Elves were doing all the work. Nevertheless, it was a delight to wander around, finding secret little places and hidden nooks, not to mention sitting down by the lake on sunny days and just letting the day drift past.

Today, being a particularly sunny day, Ginny had wandered further afield than she would normally, around the far side of the small, artificial lake and into the small wood that nestled on the slope of a hill that marked the boundary of Selwyn land. She went so far that she’d begun to lose her bearings, but when a long, low building with white painted walls came into sight she realised where she was. Somehow, she’d circumnavigated the entire lake and arrived at the groundskeeper’s buildings.

Although Ginny had only met the man twice, Frederick Hoskins had struck her as a cantankerous and bad-tempered man. Although probably only in his mid-thirties, he acted like a grouchy old man and was apparently much happier amongst his plants and shrubs than around humans. Not wanting to run into him, Ginny slunk past the buildings and back towards the main driveway back to the house.

She was nearly past the building when she heard a strange noise. At first, she wasn’t sure where it was coming from but she soon realised that it originated from the white-painted structure. It sounded like a wounded animal screaming in pain and Ginny felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise. What the hell was going on in that building?

Against her better judgement, Ginny crept towards an open window towards one end of the structure as this seemed to be where the noise was loudest. She crouched down as she moved and made it to the wall without being seen. Then, summoning up all her courage, she stealthily peeked around the window frame into the building itself.

Ginny nearly gasped out loud. Far from seeing some animal in distress, she was greeted by the sight of Lady Selwyn with her skirt pulled up, leaning over a desk while Frederick Hoskins, naked as the day he was born, fucked her roughly from behind. The woman screamed every time the groundsman thrust himself into her and her tits, which were hanging out of her open blouse, swung wildly as she was battered from behind.

Barely able to believe what she was seeing, Ginny watched, open-mouthed, as the aristocratic woman was brutally shagged within an inch of her life. Hoskins had a firm grip on her waist and was ramming himself into her without mercy.

Linda had previously mentioned that Lady Ida frequently sought satisfaction from sources other than her husband, but seeing it with her own eyes shocked Ginny. She’d only spoken to the woman twice and on both occasions it was to say ‘yes, ma’am’ to an order given. Lady Selwyn had always seemed so stuck-up and snooty that the idea that she would ever allow a mere gardener to even touch her seemed unthinkable.

“On your knees!”

The cry from Hoskins made Ginny jump, so mesmerised was she watching the two of them going at it. Lady Selwyn didn’t hesitate, however, and dropped to her knees, grabbing Hoskins’ engorged cock and starting to suck it passionately. With her eyes bulging, Ginny watched as Hoskins's body started to shake slightly and, a moment later, great globs of spunk began to drip from between Selwyn’s lips and down her chin. The woman began to moan in pleasure like she was tasting some nectar from the Gods, as she continued to try and devour the man’s dick. It seemed like a long time before she pulled her head back and looked up at her lover with blazing eyes.

“Oh, you dirty bastard, Fredrick!” she growled. “You always make me do the most indecent things!”

“Never heard you complain before,” he replied, panting slightly as he looked down at her.

“It might be a few days before I can get away,” She told him, rising to her feet and wiping her chin. “My avaricious husband is taking a business trip and wishes me to accompany him. I have to play the role of the dutiful wife while he scrambles around in the mud grasping for Galleons. Sweet Merlin, I hate that man.”

“It can’t be helped,” Hoskins grunted. “It’s only for a few days.”

“It’s still hateful,” she said bitterly as she adjusted her clothing. “Being away from you for even a single day rends my heart.”

“Me, too,” he agreed, taking her in his arms.

“I should go,” she said after a while. “See me out?”

“Of course, let me just get dressed. Go and wash your face and I’ll be with you in a minute.”

With a swish of her skirt, Lady Selwyn strode through the door and vanished from sight. As Ginny watched Hoskins begin to turn around she darted back out of sight. Trying to breathe quietly, she hugged the wall and prayed that the groundsman hadn’t seen her. That hope proved to be forlorn as a moment later the man’s head popped out the window and he looked directly at her.

“Don’t move from that spot,” he snapped at her before vanished back inside.

For a moment, Ginny froze. What did she do? Did she do as she was told or did she risk running for it? Linda had hinted that bad things happened to staff who accidentally walked in on Lady Selwyn in secret trysts so this might end badly for her. Paralysed by indecision, Ginny remained where she was, hugging the wall and praying that she wasn’t about to be sacked.

“Alright, get in here,” she heard Hoskins's voice bark at her after what seemed like hours.
Nearly shaking with fear, she made her way around the building and entered through the main door. She was relieved to see that there was no sign of Lady Selwyn.

“Come in here and sit down.”

Following the sound of the man’s voice, Ginny entered what proved to be the very room that Hoskins had been shafting his boss’s wife in. It was sparsely furnished with a desk and a few chairs, plus a few filing cabinets dotted around the walls. Hoskins was seated behind the desk, now fully clothed, and scowl on his face. Meekly, she slipped into the simple wooden chair opposite him.

Hoskins stared at her for a while before suddenly reaching down and opening a draw in his desk. From it, he withdrew a bottle of some pale liquid and two cups. From the bottle, he filled both cups before pushing one towards Ginny.

“Drink.”

Not daring to argue, Ginny did as she was told and took a big gulp from her cup. A second later, she started coughing and spluttering as the toxic liquid nearly burnt her throat out.

“Pretty good batch, I thought,” Hoskins said, sipping from his cup. “Can’t take your booze, eh, missy?”

“That’s like acid,” she managed to wheeze.

“You get used to it,” he replied with a shrug. “Do you have any idea just how much shit you’re potentially in?”

Ginny looked at him mournfully. “I might be sacked for this, mightn’t I?”

Hoskins snorted. “Sacked? You’ll be bloody lucky if that’s all that happens. The last girl who walked in on Ida got Obliviated before being kicked out without back pay or references. Of course, by that point, she had no idea why it was happening to her, but you don’t get a second chance with Lady Selwyn. I wouldn’t put it past her to arrange for even worst things to happen to any staff who try blabbing what they’ve seen. She’s a dangerous woman.”

“I don’t get it,” Ginny said. “This whole place is like a knocking shop anyway. Lord Selwyn is merrily shagging anything in a skirt and everyone else seems to be getting their rocks off at every opportunity, too. Why is she so worried about being seen?”

“Simple, because Ida Selwyn is like a round peg in a square hole around here,” the man explained. “Ida was originally from the Greengrass family and a proud pure-blood supremacist. Her marriage to Owen Selwyn was purely a business decision on the part of her father and she hated the idea. Owen might be a pureblood but he is perfectly happy to trade with Muggleborns, half-bloods, or even Muggles themselves. Ida thinks that’s all beneath her and they shouldn’t be dirtying their hands by dealing with such people. Never mind that Owen has made millions, she thinks of him as a money-grubbing, little slime ball. She’s a real snob.”

“I thought she didn’t like him because of his, umm, err…”

“His enormous dick? Well, that’s a factor, but probably not for the reason you think. I mean, you probably saw that I’m pretty well hung, didn’t you, missy? Nah, if anything, Ida likes her men with big dicks. The problem with her husband is that he’s just a little bit too efficient with that monster. Being a proper pureblood, Lady Selwyn doesn’t like the idea of not being in control at any time. Owen can reduce any woman to a sobbing wreck with that oversized wang of his and that includes his wife. Ida never could stand the idea that someone she didn’t respect could reduce her to that state. She hasn’t shagged him for years.”

“Okay, I get that even if I think it’s stupid, but why is she so intent that she should keep her affairs secret?”

“The main reason is that she’d fucking guys of much lower social status,” Hoskins explained. “Look at me. I might be a pureblood but my family is poor as dirt. If it ever got out that she been shagging me then it would be seen as a slur on her and, more importantly, the House of Greengrass. She will do anything in her power to prevent that.”

“Oh. So, what does that mean for me?” she asked.

“That depends on whether you can keep your mouth shut,” he replied. “Luckily for you, Ida didn’t see you peeking through the window and I’m not inclined to tell her. If you pretend you never saw anything and never mention it again, then Lady Selwyn need never know anything.”

“Thank you!” Ginny gushed. “You have no idea what this means to me.”

“Oh, you’re not getting away with this scot-free, young lady. There will be a price that you need to pay.”

“Like what?” she asked nervously.

“Just make sure you’ve got nothing planned for Samhain,” he told her.

Ginny gulped.
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