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Albert Grimshaw sends Bob Fairlie to upend his eldest daughter Elsie and give her a seein' to
The Night sky glowed red wi light from rolling mill as cauldron after cauldron of white hot metal were poured into moulds to mek iron slabs for t’ rolln’ mill

Albert Grimshaw looked on wi pride.

“Eee Lad, afore long thee’ll not see nowt for smoke from Grimshaws in’t valley.” he said jokily.

Young Bob Fairlie looked out on’t scene and all.

“So what you want wi me gaffer?” Bob asked.

“It’s me eldest, Elsie,” Albert said warily, “ ‘Tween thee an me her needs a good seein to.”

“See in to?” Bob enquired.

“Bit of how’s yer father,” Albert explained, “Her’s nigh on twenty three and never been fucked, head in a book all’t bloody time, what good’s that for a lass?”

“So why d’you think she’d fancy me?” Bob asked.

“Fancy thee? Fancy thee? course she bloody won’t fancy thee,” Albert said furiously, “She see’s her sen wed to some bloody nob wi a poncy title, but all they see’s is her brass, half on em ent nowt but threepence two farthings to their name ,so they’s only after me brass.”

“So why me Gaffer?” Bob asked.

“Thee growed up wi her didn’t tha?” Albert asked, “Just treat her like any other lass, upend her and give her one.”

“Ee gaffer, I ‘ent like that,” Bod insisted.

“What? Is tha a bloody poof?” Albert demanded.

“Nay but I’d not upend a wench and have me way wi out her say so,” Bob confessed.

“Call thee self a bloke,” Albert sighed. “Bloody mouse more like, well thee cans’t do it or I’ll find some un as what will.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Bob agreed.

“Reet no time like present,” Albert replied, “Get over t’ouse and give her a seein’ to.

Poor Bob had no choice but to get off down gaffers mansion at end of Arkwright Street, it were magnificent, a study in red and yellow engineering brick wi porticos and a porte cochere wi elements of a Coal mine and seed mill and Palis of Versatile in France all designed by Albert’s father, who were too tight to employ architects. Still it were big and imposing and that’s what mattered

Bob knocked on back door, “Gaffer sent I to give young Elise a seeing to,” he ventured.

Butler went red, “Mr Fairlie to give Miss Elsie a seeing to Ma’am,” he shouted to Mrs Grimshaw.

“Tell him in his bloody dreams,” Mrs Grimshaw shouted back, “Any road round her’s wi Honourable Jason Fforbes-Whitehead in’t parlour so thee can bugger off.”

“Gaffer says I has to upend her and give her a seein’ to,” Bob explained, “Gafer pays me brass not thee so I’ll have to ask thee to stand aside.”

Butler stood aside and Bob strode past, trouble is he couldn’t see where parlour were.

Mrs Grimshaw bellowed a warning, “Elsie young Bob Fairlie’s here to roger thee.”

“Tell him to sod off,” Elsie bellowed forgetting the results of ten years education and her years at finishing school.

“I say,” Jason, retorted, “I thought you were a lady not a bally fishwife!”

“And I thought you were a man not a mouse," Elsie replied, “Go and bash his lights out if thee fancies me!”

Jason swiftty emerged from the Parlour, bowed slightly to Bob who was completely flummoxed and he then ran as fast as hs stupid poncy legs would carry him towards the stables where his horse were tethered.

Bob headed to where Jason had come from.

Elise stood there in all her fnery like some poncy duchess, “Gaffer sent I to give thee one,” Bob explained.

“Daft sod thinks I’m still pure,” Elsie sighed, “I’ve had most of servants and C company of Durham Light Infantry, been caught rwice and had to have gypsy woman sort me out.”

“Bloody hell,” says Bob.

“Teach me a thing or two, boots on t’other foot lad,” says Elsie, “Mind it would be handy for Daddy to think you took me cherry.”

“Spose,” Bob said, “We’ll say as I did thee then, if gaffer asks.”

“Well we can’t tell a lie,” Elsie suggested, “Come upstairs I don’t want to get me dress all crumpled.”

Poor Bob, it were bad enough thinking he could upend her and poke her a couple of times and get back in time for clocking off hooter, but how could he compete with Durham Light Infantry?

He followed Elsie up stairs to her room. She slipped off her dress and underskirt and asked Bob to help with laces on her corset.

His hands shook as he fumbled with laces but soon she were able to pull it away and set it on chair.

“Me tits sag wi out it,” she said sadly, “They’ll be round me waist soon.”

“Restin’ on thee big fat belly when thee’s in’t family way,” Bob observed

“So thee’ll put me in family way will thee?” Emily asked.

“If tha’ wants,” Bob offered nervously.

“Bob Fairlie, tha’ could no more upend me and have thee way than fly to moon,” Elsie sighed, “Drop thee breeches, I want’s to pay wi thee cock.”

Bob never had a clue what to do, he were supposed to be forcing Emily to have relations and instead her were calling shots.

Next thing he knowed Elise had his breeches open and his cock out. He’d never seen it so big. “Oooh he likes me,” she gasped as she pushed him so’s he were sat on t’end o the big four posted bed.

She were bared above waist now and she let her tits rub his cock, “Pull me stockings down there’s a love.” she invited.

Bob did as he were bid and there she were naked.

“Do summat then,” Elsie said teasingly, “Thee’s supposed to be upending me and having thee way.”

“Thee’s beautiful like,” Bob stammered.

“Well thank you kind sir,” she says in reply, “But I want’s cock not compliments.”

Bod reached out and held Elise round the waist. Elsie grabbed Bob’s cock and next off she had fell on him and his cock were well and truly up her.

“Ohhh that feels smashing!” Emily cooed as she rubbed her tits on Bobs chest, “An hour of this’ll do nicely.

An hour, poor Bob only lasted fifty seconds before he let fly.

“You my lad need some serious training,” Elsie cooed, “I seen a Prince Albert cock ring in’t jewellers in Ainsley street, you best get one.”

“What?” Bob replied, “I’m Millwright not a bloody Gigolo.”

“Well it was you what said you’d come to give I a seeing to,” Elsie reminded him, “Look have a pint of Ale and see if it revives thee.”

“I needs a three course meal after that.” Bob replied.

“Well go and tell cook as I said thee was to have a decent supper,” Elsie ordered.

Poor Bob all crestfallen he dressed and went to kitchen.

Elsie watched him go. A warm glow of satisfaction spread through her crotch, it wasn’t the length of time which pleased her, no it was more the length of cock, and the lovely spurt of cum, why she thought she was probably up duff already.

She smiles as she thought of Bob feeding his self and worrying about pleasuring her anon, that's sort of bloke she wanted, someone under thumb not off wenching and gambling like some of the nobs her mam invited round. No Bob Fairle would do nicely, she just had to train him up and she looked forward to doi’ just that.
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