Having humbly his bowler hat doffed,
Jiggs, the butler respectfully coughed,
And said “Madam, the dirt
And the gravel will hurt:
One should fuck on the grass, where it’s soft.”
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Softly, softly
Mistress Sophie was naked…a waft
Of her pussy… He sniffed … And he coughed…
“Ahem… Dinner is served.”
She blushed slightly. He perved…
His old cock stirring… yes… far from soft!
The gentleman’s gentleman
“Ahem! Sorry, Madame, to intrude,”
Said the butler. “It’s just… might my duties include…?
Well, a man would be proud…
And I’m quite well endowed,
Should Madame, perchance, wish to be screwed.”
Buttery
Jiggs, the butler went white as a ghost!
Butter dripped off m’lady’s hot toast
And bespattered her breast,
(She was carelessly dressed),
Which was bigger, (well, both were) than most!
Kippers
As the Mistress tucked into her kippers,
Bare-breasted, in nightgown and slippers,
The butler stood by
(And the cook’s son and I,
Hidden, smirking, cocks straining at zippers!)
Observing the niceties
Said the butler with suitable deference,
“Madam, you’ll pardon the reference.
Still, I must say
That that dress does display
Your tits well, as a matter of preference!”
At her service
Lady Anne woke and couldn’t recall;
Was he dark? Was he handsome and tall?
Being nude, she deduced
She’d been raped or seduced.
“Ma’am,” said Jeeves, “Ahem… will that be all?”