Bonny lived in the servant's room downstairs.

They had also taken on a full-time gardener, an eighteen-year-old youth named Robert. Robert lived in the small flat above the garage. He was a randy young fellow who jerked off a lot.

So that group comprised the Bradshaw household when they moved into the big country house.

No one knew about the mirrors yet.

It was Saturday morning.

Robert the gardener had just awakened in his room above the garage and was giving his big prick its first pull of the day. He always jacked off as soon as he awoke, the same way that some men do push-ups and others brush their teeth. Robert was not particularly horny at the moment, but he liked to get the job done. He knew it was advisable to empty his balls before he started gardening so that he was not hindered by a hard-on as he tended the lawns.

He lay on his back, looking up at the ceiling and thinking vaguely of hot cunts no cunt in particular, just cunts in general. His fist went up and down lazily for a while, then with more gusto as the friction took effect. He shot a wad of jism high into the air. He watched the creamy jet hang suspended for a moment, then drop back to splatter on his loins.

He wondered, vaguely, if jism would make a good fertilizer for the lawns and gardens.

In the maid's room, Bonny was pulling on her silk stockings. She sat on the edge of her bed as she did so. She was smiling. She liked the feel of the silk as she drew it up her smooth, sleek thighs. It was almost as if she were caressing herself.

She hadn't put her panties on yet.

She fastened the straps of the garter belt to the tops of the stockings. Her hands brushed over her hairy pussy mound. She looked at herself in the mirror, spreading her thighs slightly so that she could see her pink-lipped pussy.