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Samson released a laugh, having known of how the family had a good deal of bastards in it and that the previous generation had returned the loyalty of their staff and saw to it that all were cared for. "Your family would have disinherited if they found what you were doing. And considering some of the terms of their wills, you could end up being just that anyways, if some cousins didn't mind bringing suit against you for not being up to date with payments and getting a long lasting marriage going. Though you were always like a little lizzie(Lesbian), weren't you?" He sneered, moving between him and the door, blocking it with a chest weighing enough that it almost left indents in the floor when he set it down. "Never one to work a day in your life. Never one to make friends with the new money. Never one to see that you need to replenish blood to get forward in life, despite it happening so much with your own ancestors." He stalked the tiger. "Never one to realize that your place should be in the kitchen or bedroom, waiting to serve an actual man. Just a pussy."

He licked his lips at the thought of the tigeress, bunny, fox, wolfess, and feline, though still had some heistation due to the incident with Samson. "Maybe. Can't let things get out of control over here." He leaned over to the cat on his arm, blowing on the top off an ear.
 
"Are you done lecturing me? Also who says I don't have blood running in other countries?" He growled at him knowing Samson never acted like this until there was soem changes to the house hold. "You know I'll be returning to the Estate so tell me what do you want?" He asked once more watching him move back and forth but knew Samson was wrong since he got an education he could be a lawyer in another town or country.

Her ear flicked as she took his hooves in her hands. "Roxy, was trying to do something to climb up the ladder. Since she's gone and there are more level headed people here....I don't think things will get out of control...Unless one of us girls get horny." She said with a playful wink.
 
Samson began to calm down, thinking things over for a moment, though not allowing his erection down. Blackmail, orders, a bit of a scratch-each-other's backs... "You can't return to the estate anyways, it would go against an order I've read in the papers about. And if you tried you might be locked up for what happened to a few of the bailliff's relatives. If you try anything in Winchester, I myself have some friends in the Constabulary who owe me some favors. You?" He thought over it again. "People who heard what we were saying earlier would spread the word, even if subtley so that others wouldn't know they were here. Wouldn't look good upon you, for either ladies or gentlemen. You have never been discreet." Though of course he himself brought the stuff up in the crowded room. "Your actions to your wife will likely need to stop. Might even cause a bloodfued otherwise and make other possible brides to run off." He took a step towards him, figuring his form at least three times as heavy as the other blocking the lights, leaving his face shrouded in shadows. "Continue your affairs, but stop draining so much from the estate for it. I or another could easilly find you people who would also like it quick and quite and avoid scandal. What I myself want though..."

Ahh, right. Roxy was the one who thought she could get the Master to divorice in order to marry a common maid. "Shame that she couldn't just play along and be happy here. Was she the one who got pregnant?" The ultimate sign of masculinity. Being a father, whether admitting the kid is your's or not. "Bring all you like." Warren said with what he thought of as a saucy grin. "I tackle horny animals for a living. Shouldn't be too hard to corral a few girls."
 
"Then you would have heard I'm trying to enter Parliment. Thanks to my wife's connections with my family. Though I have no interest but one has to represent my family..." He said as he jumped down from the chair noticing Samson's erection hasn't went down but smirked. "Why don't you take my place in the lower level of Parliment?"

Brittany shook her head. "No one is pregnant. She was lying...Wait." She said as she moved around the bull standing up on the bales of hay to look at him at eye level. "How do you know that?" She asked but smiled though she swatted his nose gently as a playful 'Bad Warren' gesture. "She lied to the Lawyer to get papers drawn up to keep, Master Kenji, from draining our profits, stealing and any future issues if he managed to get her pregnant." She said shrugging. "Knowing him he rather have a man to fuck and be fucked by."
 
"For which borough?" Samson asked with some consideration. Wasn't sure about how much the people were members were actually paid and even if he managed to gain a seat he wouldn't want to have it eliminated during the next redistricting. "And what would you be doing instead of that?" Plus he still wanted to fuck him up. Gone many months without any release, neither for his stress or hormones.

"And would that be so bad?" The bull asked without shame, before ducking his head and nuzzling Brittany's breasts before picking her up and twirling her around. "Want to grab a bite to eat before bed?" He flicked his tongue over where one of the nipples would be under the clothes. "Maybe have a few cups of beer and get a bit of a rubdown?" He tossed her over a shoulder and began heading towards the kitchens without waiting for much in the way of a reply. "If she lied to the lawyer it would look bad if it was found out someone wasn't pregnant. Anyone you think could fake it?"
 
"Not sure but the seat is granunteed..." He said wondering what he wanted exactly. "If you want me to stay away from the estate and hand over the power to someone who knows better. Then I will, basically I'll be doing what I do best lying low." He said as he could smell his hormones was raging. "You need to find a pussy to fuck." He said as he moved trying to get around him.

Brittany cried otu as she smacked his back. "Trisha already volunteered but say she miscarried since those who get pregnant for the first time normally don't carry to full term." She said as her tail moved up under his chin over his neck. "A massage does sound good." She said giggling.
 
"Just do some good deeds. Maybe manage to get you some cooshy job somewhere warmer." Remembering the leanness of the jaguar and several creatures who once came from Mexico... "Do you know Spanish, by chance?" It would take some time, but he might, just might manage to get him some posting in Chile of Costa Rica. "Might be right about that pussy, though." He opened the door, then moved off to find the limber Jaguar getting his nails down, sitting down by him.

He entered the kitchen after making sure the talk of pregnancy was over so that it wouldn't be overheard, then passed where the hens usually were, now mostly sleeping. "Now, let's see if I can get you to purr." He began to rub a circle around her back after setting her down, though a bit forceful. "Ergh... I might want to wash my hands up a bit. Wouldn't want you to need to lick yourself clean of some of this stuff." He headed to the washtub, leaving a hoof inprint on the back of her blouse/dress/coat.


OOC: Going on a final group walk with my school so will be gone for another hour or two.
 
He didn't like the idea of moving but if it was to keep his private life private then he'd do it. Though he walked off flacid but once he was dressed he went to his hotel room seeing that he was alone.

Brittany smiled as he rubbed her back making her arch loving that feeling. Though with him setting her down in a more quieter room that it was just them she moved getting mugs of ale and some bread, for her atleast. While he got himself cleaned up she sat back on the table sipping her ale.

OOC: Ok
 
Well, looked like he would be acting like a bit of a procurer. Samson was unsure of how things were going to go from then on, but he might as well get ready for either the best or worst. Might also want to see which party would be most receptive to his presence. And how new MPs would act. And how to actually run for election so that he wouldn't get booted in the future and ruined. How to make sure he was well grounded...

Warren took a mug for himself then sat down, chewing on a leaf of tobacco as if it were cud. "Anyways, how was the trip on the way to the Running? Any trouble with the horses or cattle you brought to it?" The horses for their own transport of course, as well as to keep catch the faster of the bulls before they could get off the road and break their legs or get mixed in another groups entries. He stretched his neck, cracking it from the exertion of leading the tired bulls which hadn't been sold of back to their fields.
 
After seeing neither was there he sat down writing a letter referrencing Samson to take his place among the Parliment. Sighing as he had to make a deal to stay away and sign away his right to make decisions for making the Estate grow or destroy it. On anoher sheet he began to write a letter stating his wife would be Master or Mistress of his estate, simply she had complete control.

"The trip was great. Beat our Mistress in a horse race." She said with a grin with her chewing on a piece of bread. "Our bulls did well I think one of ours impaled a runner. The guy was taunting one of them I believe." She said as she looked over hearing him cracking his neck. Smirking as she got up and walked up behind him inserting her fingers into his flesh to knead his muscles. For years she spent kneading bread she could atleast make a slight dent in his.
 
"Taunting a charging bull." Warren repeated it, trying to get it through his head to see if he had heard it right. "Was he one of those clowns the Yank cowboys use?" He sat and allowed the tension to be kneaded out of his shoulders by the maids paws. "A bit harder, please."
 
"I think he pulled his britches down." She said as she shook her head pressing harder as she put most of her weight on his shoulders. "I didn't see it since I was being lifted up. Just saw the results." she said as she moved back to the table where she grabbed her mug sipping on it. "Better?" She asked knowing she may have not done much but she tried to ease it for him.
 
No wonder he couldn't outrun the bulls, pulling his pants down around his ankles while they stampeded. He enjoyed the pressure being placed into his neck, not so much the sheathed claws, then gave his neck anothercrack. "Much." He took another gulp from his mug, careful not to swallow the chewing tobacco. "Saw any attractions that might draw some of the workers for their days off?" He looked over to the hens usual space to make sure that they hadn't just been hiding. Satisfied, he looked back to the maid. "Maybe heard some new gossip on the trip there and back?"
 
Brittany sighed as she sat down where she was close to Warren. "Rumor is, Master Kenji, is going to have papers drawn up. Its not divorce papers but its something an independent woman never wants to happen." She said but smiled thinking Warren didn't understand. "If Lady Lillian doesn't obey like a slave....He'll divorce her and she's out on the streets. You know Lady Lillian she would put herself last for us." She said softly but it hit her he may be asking about Samson. "As for Samson...I don't know where he might be. I figured if he saw us he may make himself known but we didn't see him. I'm sorry."
 
Warren nodded, thinking things over in his head a bit. "If he violated the marriage contracts, or whatever they use, wouldn't she be able to get something out of it? Not the estate of course, but some money for her past expenses?" How her family had been in less a than desirable financial position to allow the marriage had slipped his mind. "Though I can see him saying that she was giving away his furniture and collections. Actually, might want to find some of the remants of the collections that he wouldn't want seen in court. Has she got pin money?" He thought over Samson, having not mentioned the possibility of the possibility of him going there for the Running, as he figured that the Lady would have gotten someone else to escort the bulls while he stayed to hold down the fort at the Estate. "Maybe we could look at the return adress on his letters?"
 
"I didn't see any return address....of course I glanced over them. But...Those collections we've gathered for the past decades collected dust and was decaying." She said sighing with her leaning against his side but slowly slipped down into his lap looking up at him. "If a divorce happens she'll return to her homeland where she had a small amount of property set aside for her. Hold on...Wheres that male tiger the one who came back with our Lady?" she asked as she hadn't seen him nor their lady for hours.
 
Warren tried remember exctly how old the collections had been when they started growing and as to how much it had cost over the years. Not that he would know. "We covered them in sheets. Not sure about the decaying part, though." He had started scratching her under the chin before the question hit him. "I haven't seen him for a while..." Hmmm, how did the Indians deal with widows again? Any difference if they were in the way of other heirs? "Did he leave with you for the city?" Maybe a Thuggee? "Wait, can he even get a seperation if she didn't cheat? I doubt his own affairs are much of grounds for divorce."
 
Brittany purred as she closed her eyes. "By law if our lady can prove he's cheating on her she can divorce him and she leaves with her possessions and title...." She said but heard a slight thump above them. Her ears perked up hearing something else making her smile. "Oh forget the tiger something tells me he's been trained very well...For a massive male who hasn't been laid." She said with her reaching up running her finger tips over his chest.
 
"How would you know anything about that?" He asked while considering how it would make little divorece on who divorced who, unless some of her dowry had went missing. "And trained in what, I wonder?" Mostly cultists and savages in Hindia, from what he had heard. "If they did get a divorce would she get anything extra out of it? Enough to pay for her trip back to her homeland or for her maid?" He didn't hear the thump, though if he did he would have decided that the bedrooms were probably above a less humid and smelly room. "What was his name, anyways?"
 
"Jaido, Trisha has a small crush on him along some of the other felines around here." She said giggling softly but after awhile she sat up with her chest moving in Warren's hand to see the large orange male tiger who was bit smaller than Warren. Brittany smirked as he was shirtless but he smelled of lilac.

"Oh Pardon me...Just getting fresh water." He said as he bowed his head to Warren as if he was told who was the "alpha" male among the workers. Walking to the basin as he grabbed a mug knowing he smelled of their Lady's water but he had to tend to her also. But he splashed some of it over his mouth to clean the evidence away.
 
Warren shrugged and resisted swatting his butt, then went back to speaking to Brittany. "Anyways, so long as he doesn't manage to find even a hint of her getting chummy with a male she should hopefully be fine. If he does... ostracization here and immolation back in her homeland." Looking back to see the tiger getting a drink, he wondered what he meant by fresh water. "Do you need a hand with whatever it is that you're doing?"
 
Brittany smirked as Jaido turned to Warren shaking his head. "No, just got done." He said as he drank the water but once he was done he set the mug aside noticing Brittany looking at him oddly. "Miss, what are you looking at?" He asked with him looking down at his chest knowing he smelled of Lilacs.

"Nothing, just wondering if you done some late night gardening." She said seeing Jaido's ears went back but nodded to her. Not saying a word as he turned walking out. After awhile she looked to Warren. "You need to tell him Lady Lillian is off limits even if she orders him to help her sexual needs." She said in a whisper so no one would hear her. "No one here should let it slip how her relationship with us is, Friendly." She said as she moved slipping back into his lap nuzzling up under his chin. Purring softly with her holding on to his shirt.
 
Warren stroked Brittany as his eyes turned to Jaido. "So, what exactly do you do, Jaido? Bag carrier, secretary, makes sure no one enters her room, always staying on the outside?" He made so secret what he was doing to the maid, stroking her leg while he moved her dress up, exposing a thigh to Jaido as if inviting him to join, though mostly to get him to lose his cool and perhaps slip something up. "Did she spill some perfume on you? He asked, seeing some slight discoloration that still shimmered. "Maybe you should get that under the water."
 
Jaido stood there hearing the tiny cat purring as she spread her legs revealing she didn't wear any undergarments. Though he looked to Warren and shut the door to where it was the three of them. "I'm use to working in the fields. Lady Lillian fell to sleep in the tub when I went to wish her good night. So I tended to her. Getting her dried and dressed for bed." He said as he wasn't going to let either know she ordered him to tend to her ssexual needs with oral.

Brittany smirked liking the idea of them both taking her since she was use to that treatment. Nipping up under Warren's chin as she unbuttoned her top having Jaido see her expsed clevage and she could hear his slight change of breathing but she didn't see his growing erection.
 
Fell asleep in the tub? Seemed the sort of thing that Brittany should have been helping her with. Didn't seem to have been enough time between their return and now to have filled it with warm water and fallen asleep... "Oh? Where are you from exactly?" Hmmm. Never saw an erection with those kind of garmets before. "What caste are you and what were you used to growing?" He moved Brittany to lean on him more diagonally, taking away some of the view down the front of her dress, though replacing it with the site of her buttcheeks, as well as her breasts pressed against the bull's chest. "Must be pretty high to feel like you can wish her goodnight and enter her bathroom."
OOC: What do you mean that she was "used to that treatment"?
 
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