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letter up and fought down her angry retort, the lawyer having informed her that there was nothing she could do.
    The main course arrived and they began to eat, silent but for Lord Bramble's odd groans and grunts as he strived to eat.
    Isabel sighed and looked about her, her attention drawn to her father and the way he ate. "Does he have to eat like that? Can't you feed him better than that? And why feed him here? Enough to put us all off our food," she complained.
    John ignore her and smiled at his old friend, winking covertly at the old man. Never let a situation get you down; was what he had often told the young Captain while sharing a piece of dried cheese in the some muddy puddle in Belgium and France.
    The room fell silent again while they continued to eat the main course, Penny cutting Lord Brambles's meat into small pieces he could manage and softly praising him when he chewed and swallowed, her hand emphasising her praise with a gentle squeeze of his cock, out of sight of the others.
    Isabel calmed herself with thoughts of how things would change once Sir Oswald got her letter. A day to get to him, a day for him to get down to  the manor house. Then all hell would break loose and she'd be free. She could even smile, thinking of Mr John Webb's downfall. In the mean time - and she looked around the room to let her eyes fall on Lilly for a few moments, enough to catch the maid's eye. She'd use her hands this time, slapping the maid's bottom, and her breasts, and her inner thighs, perhaps even her pussy, though she didn't like getting the other's wetness on her fingers. So vulgar, getting that wet.
    The meal over Isabel cast the maid another meaningful look and excused herself while the men, accompanied by the two nurses, headed into the family sitting room, a cosy room where a large fire kept the night's chill at bay and deeply upholstered furniture made them comfortable.
    "We're going to have trouble with that girl, Lord Richard," John told the old man as he helped lift him from his chair and onto the sofa where he'd be more comfortable.
    The old man made some rumbling sounds but nodded. John eased himself into a armchair while Debora looked through the collection of gramophone records and selected a soft piece of Mozart for a background, something to masks any other sounds the four of them might make.
    It wasn't unusual for a patient to be attended to while in the company of others, and John and Richard had been in the war together. They had lived cheek to jowl, eaten from the same plate and pissed into the same hole. They had visited the whore-houses together too, opting to share a girl so they could take turns watching over their wallets and boots, both of which could disappear if not protected. They had been avid clients of the Red Lantern and the Octopus, had sampled most of the girls at both venues as they made efforts to forget the sights and sounds of war. They knew each other's vices nearly as well as their own.
    Penny sat beside her charge and undid his trousers to grin at his lordship as she took his semi-hard erection into her fist to begin teasing it into fully wakening. Debora danced in the space in front of them, directly before the fireplace, swirling round to the music while sliding her hands over the bodice of her uniform, smiling at John as he watched her from the half-cocoon of his chair.
    Penny was grinning, whispering in the old man's ear as he stared at the dancing nurse, his breath broken by the hand slowly sliding up and down his stout erection.
    "You could have us, if you recovered enough," she told him, brightly grinning as she mercilessly teased him. She heard his groan and giggled, wiping pre-come off the crown of his cock with her thumb.
    Debora loosened her uniform and let the bodice slip below her bust. Her proud breasts swayed from left to right as she rocked with the music. Her hands then rose to capture them, finger and thumb working on the little teats while her smile promised John a