I feel as if I have stepped back in time. Standing in the grand vestibule of the manor I am reminded of when I was a child running around in these rooms. A tear comes to my eye as I glance at Beth and John who are looking at me. “You kept it all as it was.” They nod solemnly with small smiles on their faces. “Yes. We couldn’t handle cleaning everything on our own, but we knew it had to be kept as it was from that day, ready for your return.” They then begin to take us on a tour of the building. I look around at all the various objects here in the space which are covered in white sheets to protect the items underneath from dust and grime and damage. On closer inspection, I note that the sheets are not quite white due to the detritus that has settled down on them. The entire place is frozen in time, waiting for someone to return to breathe life back into it. The warm mahogany wood and pale cream walls

Standing in the main vestibule as we enter, my attention is captured by the grand staircase at the far end. I was in complete awe of it as a child and it still takes my breath away even now. Memories from my many visits here with my mother assault my senses and I move through the building on autopilot while following the others. Finally, we come to the kitchen at the back of the ground floor in the left wing and as I gaze around I feel saddened seeing how frozen in time it is. Miranda was always proud of her kitchen and Henry made sure that he always bought her the most up-to-date items for it. But now the machines lay untouched and outdated. I imagine Miranda would pitch a fit if she was here to see it now. “I’m moving in! Angel, I swear to God if you don’t let me move in and be your live-in chef, I will never forgive you! This kitchen is a chef's wet dream!!” I hear those words and glare at Jack ready to r

He accepted! I almost don’t believe that anything that is happening right now is real. But the truth is that it is real, and I could not be happier. Walking into this house, aside from being overwhelmed by my emotions from my memories of my past, I found myself intimidated by its size. I am used to my small flat and minimal furniture so seeing the size of Greystone Manor was almost too much. I am immensely grateful that Jack, Simon, Anya, and Ellis all agreed to move in with us. The idea of everyone living here together warms my heart and I am certain that this is the right choice. We enter the corridor for the bedrooms located in the left wing and Beth leads us while pointing out which rooms are which. There is a large master bedroom at the front of the wing above the library overlooking the entrance to the property and another the same size at the back of the wing above the kitchen, overlooking the gardens. In betwe

It’s been a week since Angela moved into the Greystone estate and everything has gone very well. I was both amazed and proud at how she responded to me in the bathroom. Up to that point, I had been worried about how she might respond to that side of me due to her past.Much to my delight she completely embraced the moment and afterwards, while we spent time with the others she kept fidgeting and sending me cheeky looks that held endless possibilities. At one point she reached out to caress my cock through my trousers while I was standing behind her and I leaned down to whisper in her ear.“Keep teasing me like this Angel and I will have to punish you later.”Her ears turned red, but she didn’t respond other than to cup my manhood and give it a squeeze which instantly had me hard. I knew she knew what she had done and that she had done it on purpose, but I got the confirmation when the others suggested moving her things inside and she giggled. “Laugh it up while you can love because l

I am still in shock from his proposal. Who knew he could be so romantic? I wipe down the last table and glance at the clock. It’s 4.30 pm I have time to try to figure out how I’m going to repay him. I never held it against him that we didn’t celebrate valentines. In truth, I completely forgot about it, and I have never celebrated it, so I didn’t miss it anyway. But he seems so impassioned by this and resolute in his actions that I do not have the heart to deny him. My biggest concern now is answering him with the same passion that he has shown me. “I cannot believe you refused to answer him.” "And I cannot believe that you were complicit in it all. Where is your loyalty A.” “Oh, don’t give me that, Angel, we both know that what he did today was amazing. I only found out when the deed was done, and I got a text from him asking me to video your response. Now that poor man has no doubt spent hours unsure about his actions because you refused to answer him.” I feel guilty thinking th