His Lordship will see you now

Next morning Rosie as usual was up bright and early and had finished the latest set of invites to the next Tasting.

These were dispatched promptly and all was ready for the lads breakfast.

There was of course lots of discussion over breakfast, of the previous days excitement. Damian remarking how the Duchess was so alert and a crack shot, to get Rossiter right between the eyes, before he could reload after his first shot, meant for Damian missed its target. The Duchess had made no mention of some of the lads and Damian s involvement with the Molly House.

As they were talking, a knock came on the door it was a servant with a letter for Rosie.

Nicky had been sent to the door and came back holding the letter, which he handed to Rosie.

It was on parchment tied with ribbon and sealed with red sealing wax secured with a seal.

Rosie examined it. "Its from the Duchess", she said positively. "How do you know that?" asked Charles enquiringly.

"Because" said Rosie "when I went to afternoon tea, some of the fancies had icing with the Duchesses seal".

She unfolded the parchment and read it to herself, the lads all intently watching her facial expressions, which varied from puzzled to smiling to a look of excitement.

The lads could stand it no longer!.

"Come on!, don't keep us gasping, whats it say? "said Nigel. Rosie drew her breath for a second, and then said with a big smile.

"We have all been invited by the Duchess to the Theatre!!"

There was shocked silence after Rosie s declaration,

Nigel was first to enquire as to when and where.

In a couple of weeks, at the Covent Garden Theatre, to see one of Mr Sheridan s plays, apparently he s a good friend of hers. She did not mention the Duchess s previous life as an actress, she thought that would do later.

The lads were thrilled as none of them had ever been to the theatre, it was an outing for adults, as several plays had an adult theme, even the comedies. It was something adults did.

You will have to wear your best togs, as we are in two boxes, not in the stalls. The Duchess myself and you Damian, and Nigel. the other lads next door to us. " Now back to preparations for the next tea tasting,"

"Nigel and Damian to the docks as the Tea clippers docked yesterday".

"Keep an eye out for some unusual teas while your there". "Take Nicky and Robin with you as there might be quite a few casks and bags so they can help". "The other lads can help me tidy up!"

The four lads went upstairs to start cleaning there, a bit miffed that they were not going to the Docks.

But they were so happy they lived with Rosie, and had more money in their pockets than they had ever had in their lives.

They decided to swop partners for the cleaning as to get to know one another better, as with all the excitement, there had not been much opportunity.

Rosie had just finished the downstairs, when a knock came on the door, not more letters she thought to herself.

She made her way and through the glass panel could see a middle aged rather plump lady, with rosy cheeks. "Can I help you?" .asked Rosie as she opened the door.

"On the contrary!, I can help you, Miss Oldacre , dressmaker to the gentry", she announced in a matter of fact way!. " I believe you need a dress suitable for an evening at the theatre".

"The Duchess of Rosyth has summoned me, I dress her a lot".

" Now then lets take a look at some of my samples.

Your a widow I believe".

"Yes, but long out of mourning, many years in fact". "Good! then we aren't restricted by colour, though purple is proving ever popular, especially for young bereaved ladies, who don't seem to like black!!. " When I was young , we didn't get a choice, Black it was for eighteen months".

" Right, now looking at your complexion, I think these colours will suit you very nicely, Gold, Silver Russet, Indigo and Cornflower".

As she read out the colours she held a sample piece against, Rosie s face, checking her hair colour etc against the material. "The Cornflower or Silver I think you should carry off excellently.

You also have a superb decolletage which those colours will frame to perfection, see which you like the feel off best". Rosie felt them both wondering, both looked expensive especially as the silver seemed to have a gold thread running through it.

"They both look very expensive", said Rosie, "but I do think the Cornflower is gorgeous".

"An excellent choice, seven yards to allow for ample train and decoration a nice frill around the neckline and hem is very popular at the moment". "What about cost, Im very restricted. and with all the lads to feed and clothe".

"No worries there!", "I ve an arrangement with the Duchess, she drops, occasionally my name to her friends, when they comment on her dresses, if you would be so good as to do the same, cost would be almost non existent, As I believe your tastings are very popular with the gentleladies, and the young dandies that help you!". " I will of course match the hair ornaments to the material, and the Duchess mentioned a sentimental brooch you always wear. Ill arrange a nice strong place at the bust to attach it".

"Right". I think that's all the measurements I need, Ill arrange a fitting for next Monday, that will give us time to take care of any alterations etc".

With that she took her leave.

Rosie went upstairs to see how the cleaning was going and walked into the first bedroom to met with the sight of Matthews bare ass in the air, his head bobbing up and down on Cyril s cock.

On the floor beside the bed Robert was riding Charles s cock, the lads jumped off the bed immediately, trying to hide their either rock hard or dripping cocks.

Charles was still on the floor, cum running down his cock.

All the lads had red faces. "Come on now no need for embarrassment, wipe yourselves off and I ve done some nice home made soup and crusty bread for your lunches".

"Ive seen all that before with my lads, sometimes lads sometimes lassies, they d vary their choices!", she said with a big grin, as she left them to it.

Nigel, Damian, Nicky and Robin, and arrived back with a good selection of teas from the docks, and were tucking into the soup and rolls, when the other ladies still with red faces joined them. It was obvious that Rosie had told the others what she had discovered on her trip upstairs.

Laughter and saucy talk continued through the meal, Nigel remarking that Matthew had already had his soup off Cyril, and both of them blushed again and Damian smacked him on the back.

The merriment continued and soon all of them helped unpacking

the sacks and canisters off the wagon. Rosie took and handful of various teas from the sacks and smelt them.

"Hmmm she said some unusual scents there, hope they taste as nice as they smell". she said.

Nigel explained bringing out a small canister about four inches high, that this contained a rare and rather exotic Chinese tea called Lapsang.

Rosie smelt it but wasn't too sure, as it was unusual. "have to see what my ladies make of that one!" she said.

Nigel and Damian dried the cups and bowls and chatted to Rosie who told them about her visit from Miss Oldacre and her terms.

Time seemed to fly by till the next tasting, the fitting on the Monday came and went and soon the Tasting had been and gone and plans were being made for the visit to the Theatre.

Despite Rosie s reservation the Lapsang had been well received and proved popular with several, even though its expense had been dear.

The plans had been made for the Theatre and they were to be called for in two coaches, but this time if the weather was good, one would be a Barouche and the other a Brougham.

The lads were really excited that night as after lunch on the Saturday they would dress in the finery and travel by coach to the theatre.

That evening Rosie sat with Damian and Nigel and hugged them both and said how glad she was they didn't have to go to the Embankment looking for lost lads, as she never slept a wink till they were safely back.

The Thames Embankment was still a very rough area at this time, with some very rough ale houses and taverns and Footpads and Ruffians were common place. Just point out "Footpads" were highwaymen without horses. Hence they were very often armed with pistols.

Nigel and Damian escorted Rosie to her room and then went to their own rooms where Nicky and Robin were waiting for them.

There was of course lots of groans and moans overheard by Rosie as she settled off to sleep.

She couldn't help thinking how lucky she was to have them around as she felt safe. It might not last for ever so she would enjoy it while it did.

To Be continued