***Start Off With a Meerkaturday, End With a Sheepday - September LC/NC NSFW***
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A couple of years ago, when I was still employed by Mr. Sammy, there was a short period of time when things weren't going so well between my master and milady. One could sense annoyance and petulance several times a day when they were in the same room. However, it never came to a falling-out; they seemed to try to hide the cause of their irritations.
As you might expect, this resulted in lots of different rumours among the servants. Some thought that Ms. Sammy was ashamed of Mr. Sammy because he couldn't win a single match of table tennis at work. Others suspected that Ms. Sammy was never getting satisfied orally. There were even those who whispered that they had gotten in financial trouble because Mr. Sammy had lost too much money at sports betting.
Naturally, being a butler I got to know the true reason after a while. It turned out that Mr. Sammy had been swimming in the North Sea one day and consumed a bottle of beer afterward. In his drunken state he forgot to shower and proceeded to have intercourse with Ms. Sammy. This is of course an extremely imprudent course of action, especially in Denmark where the coastal waters are severely polluted with German urine.
Mr. and Ms. Sammy went to see a doctor in Klitmøller (my master actually told me that they went to visit the Klitmøller Museum, which had a temporary exhibition of vaginal art at the time). Only weeks later I learned about the true nature of their little trip, that both of them had a rather nasty rash on their genitals, caused by the German urine of course, and that the doctor did not have a cure. He had told them simply to refrain from lovemaking until the rash would go away.
As soon as I found out about their discomfort, I was determined to find a cure. Denmark's pharmaceutical industry may not be very developed, but one can always rely on other countries. Thus I looked for ointments and sprays on the internet; I used my master's computer for this, which must have caused the Australian advertisement to appear on his screen.
But as it turned out I didn't have to purchase anything. One evening, when my master was having supper naked behind his computer, he accidentally spilled a drop of sperm sauce on his penis. He didn't remove it with a napkin though: since it felt good, he decided to apply more sauce on the irritated area. He told milady and gave her some sauce as well. Within three days Mr. and Ms. Sammy's rash was gone and they lived happily ever after.
As you might expect, this resulted in lots of different rumours among the servants. Some thought that Ms. Sammy was ashamed of Mr. Sammy because he couldn't win a single match of table tennis at work. Others suspected that Ms. Sammy was never getting satisfied orally. There were even those who whispered that they had gotten in financial trouble because Mr. Sammy had lost too much money at sports betting.
Naturally, being a butler I got to know the true reason after a while. It turned out that Mr. Sammy had been swimming in the North Sea one day and consumed a bottle of beer afterward. In his drunken state he forgot to shower and proceeded to have intercourse with Ms. Sammy. This is of course an extremely imprudent course of action, especially in Denmark where the coastal waters are severely polluted with German urine.
Mr. and Ms. Sammy went to see a doctor in Klitmøller (my master actually told me that they went to visit the Klitmøller Museum, which had a temporary exhibition of vaginal art at the time). Only weeks later I learned about the true nature of their little trip, that both of them had a rather nasty rash on their genitals, caused by the German urine of course, and that the doctor did not have a cure. He had told them simply to refrain from lovemaking until the rash would go away.
As soon as I found out about their discomfort, I was determined to find a cure. Denmark's pharmaceutical industry may not be very developed, but one can always rely on other countries. Thus I looked for ointments and sprays on the internet; I used my master's computer for this, which must have caused the Australian advertisement to appear on his screen.
But as it turned out I didn't have to purchase anything. One evening, when my master was having supper naked behind his computer, he accidentally spilled a drop of sperm sauce on his penis. He didn't remove it with a napkin though: since it felt good, he decided to apply more sauce on the irritated area. He told milady and gave her some sauce as well. Within three days Mr. and Ms. Sammy's rash was gone and they lived happily ever after.
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