{"product_id":"2940013938953","title":"The Governess: Balford Manor (Victorian Erotic Romance)","description":"The Governess: Malford Manor by Joan Russell. 4,266 Words. Victorian Erotic Romance. The First in a trilogy. When Sarah Brandford applied for a job as governess with the Early of Barclay she did not dream that she would be expected to bear the Earl’s children as well as raise them. Nor did she expect to fall deeply in love with her handsome, young employer. Contents: Explicit erotica, oral sex, anal sex, bondage, multiple orgasms, hooding, whipping and more. All Characters are 18 and over. Adult +. Other The Governess Short Stories: Early Days In London, Lady Elizabeth Exacts Her Pound of Flesh, The Governess Erotic 3-Pack.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSAMPLE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSarah Brandford had thought that life would never change. Her father would live forever and would take care of her into her dotage, although he had called it taking care of him. Old maids, even well educated old maids, needed fathers or brothers to support them. The opportunities for women to take care of themselves were few and far between - unless they were willing to become a companion to a dowager, enter a nunnery or some other service that would pay their way. A chaperone for another old maid was definitely not for consideration since Sarah was only 22 herself. She had no siblings, her mother having died giving birth to her; no brothers, no sisters with generous husbands, no uncles or aunts. And now her father was dead  killed by a runaway horse and a handsome carriage on his way home from the shop  and she was alone in the world with no one to look after her.\u003cbr\u003eIt had been her godfather who had suggested the governess position at Balford Manor. He and the Earl were old friends. He had been a little confused about exactly what the position entailed, not knowing how many children the Earl had at the moment, but he had mentioned a salary that was more than generous and had acted as liaison to set the appointment.\u003cbr\u003eNow here she stood before the oaken door of the Earl’s townhouse hoping against hope that she would be suitable and that the dreadful terror of an unknown future would be over. She daydreamed about teaching wonderful babies to be intelligent, reasoning citizens. She could think no further than the next fifteen or twenty years of taking care of other people’s children, saving her pennies and then perhaps retiring or moving on to another family perhaps this time as a chaperone or a companion. It was not a lovely picture, but it was the one she had. However, even that picture was dependent on this job.\u003cbr\u003eThe Butler opened the door to her knock and showed her in.\u003cbr\u003e“His Lordship will be with you in a moment,” he said with a leer playing around his mouth and a bold appraisal of her body in his eye. She was a little shocked at the way he looked at her; surveying her as if she was a common woman or perhaps something worse. \u003cbr\u003e“Thank you,” she replied, her voice cold and controlled. She handed him her cape, deciding to ignore the boldness of his stare. If she ignored him perhaps he would be embarrassed enough stop. If she acted the lady perhaps he would stand on notice that he had crossed a line with her and treat her with the deference to which she would be due as one of the upper level household. Old maids had little to protect them save their dignity. She leaned on hers.\u003cbr\u003eIt always surprised Sarah that no man had wanted her during what she had once thought of as her courting years. Sometimes she feared it was her brains. She couldn’t help but engage in conversation with the gentlemen who came to dine with her father and more often than not they had resented her. Sometimes she worried that it was her direct look. She could not pretend a shyness that she didn’t feel. When she was honest with herself, she knew it was the limits of her dowry. Her father had never been a wealthy man, her dowry had never been large enough to overcome her other obvious faults. \u003cbr\u003eShe had known the draw back had never been her looks. She was a strikingly beautiful woman. Her tawny curls flashed with light blond highlights courtesy of her long dead mother. Her surprisingly deep brown eyes fringed by thick black lashes were a gift from her father. Her lips were full and red; her cheeks always tinted pink as if she continually blushed. Her teeth were white and even so that when she smiled  showing dimples in those blushing cheeks  the smile blessed her beauty like a burst of sunlight coming into a darkened room. \u003cbr\u003e“Miss Brandford,” the voice cut across her thoughts. She whirled around and stared open mouthed at the extraordinarily handsome man standing in the doorway. The only thing she could think at the moment was that he was much younger than she had expected. Tall, slender with broad shoulders, his dark good looks almost took her breath away. 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