The Royal Enclosure, Ascot

Ascot Racecourse, Ascot, Berkshire

I’m at Milton Park, Cambridgeshire: The flight over this past Monday (June 13) was uneventful. Our plans changed a bit and we took Cyndi and her sometime boyfriend-bodyguard, Chris, the one who got her preggers when she was 15 several years ago, who are going to stay with her Grandfather at his castle for the Summer. We topped off our fuel in Atlanta where we picked up cultures from the CDC for over-night delivery to a research lab at Cambridge and to other labs in Western Europe. We flew a southern route to the UK in case the Iceland volcano started erupting again. I had the cabin reconfigured with two beds so Cyndi and Chris and Anya and I could have sex at the same time w/o bothering each other so we spent most of our time making love or sleeping. Anya and I hadn’t had sex together in quite a while so we really enjoyed each other’s bodies and we both had multiple orgasms before we were sexually exhausted and fell into a sound sleep in one another’s arms. There is an 8 hour difference in the time between the UK and Las Vegas so working through the jet-lag has taken a day or two and lots of coffee for me.

Taryn was at the airport to meet us. Easter term at Trinity College didn’t end until the 18th so she was sitting finals, but we arrived at 6:00 AM BST (British Summer Time) and she wanted to welcome us before she went off to take her exam. His Grace, Cyndi’s grandfather, had sent two land rovers and a Rolls-Royce to pick up Cyndi and Chris. Returning readers will remember that it was the Duke’s 95 foot sailboat ‘Wanton Lass IV’ that we enjoyed during our Virgin Gorda vacation this past January.

Tutus at Kensington Palace: Taryn has gotten us tickets for The English National Ballet’s ‘Summer Party’ on June 29 in The Orangery at Kensington Palace. It will include a designer tutu auction and I hope to bid for one or more of the gorgeous, but impractical to dance in, tutus.

Colin a new man in my life: Taryn, knowing my taste in men, introduced me to several men she thought I might like so I could choose an escort to accompany and play with me during my visit. I chose Colin, a gorgeous man and one of her select stable of stallions. Colin is the eldest son of a member of the nobility, a Grad student at Cambridge who is massively hung and an expert cocksman. Taryn included him in the selection knowing that I like men with temperaments different from mine and because he would be able to reach and ram my cervix as much as I want. Colin had been an officer in the SAS and resigned his commission to take a masters in business in preparation for running his family’s extensive estate since his father is in poor health. All of Taryn’s male friends seem to be of the landed nobility so one wonders if she is looking for a husband who will inherit a title. Of course that would be years down the road, but financially and physically she would be an amazing catch for some man. So many of the old noble families these days have little money and have had to open their ancestral homes to the public just to pay for the upkeep so if she married into the nobility it would almost certainly reinvigorate the family treasury. And, since her money is from adult media products services the market for that is recession proof.

Ascot on Saturday June 18, 2011: Cyndi’s grandfather sponsored Anya and me and our escorts into the Royal Enclosure for the last day of Royal Ascot races this year. Ascot, in Berkshire, is to the west of London and Cambridge is to the North East so the Duke picked us up at Milton Park and flew us to a friend’s estate near Ascot in his helicopter where we took a car to the racecourse.

I’ve always had a fantasy about being fucked in really exotic places and The Royal Enclosure is one of them! The weather was cold, relative to the 90° weather in Vegas, with a high in the low 60s. Fortunately we had been advised to pack warm things and I wore a pair of Gepettos stiletto heels, custom Wolford 50 crotchless tights, a Chanel canary yellow wool skirt suit and a feathered creation on my head. The nice thing about the temperature was that the latex slip that I wore under the skirt wasn’t sticky hot as it would have been in Vegas. The rubber slip was so my lover’s semen draining out afterward wouldn’t leave a wet spot on the back of my skirt while we sat for lunch. The Duke’s box had a marvelous view of the track, but since Colin was penetrating me from behind while I bent over the rail supposedly watching the races I was distracted and don’t remember much about which horses won the races (he took me twice while everyone was watching the track) except one wasn’t the Duke's horse which didn’t finish in the money.

Colin wore a condom. It was at his insistence as he said he didn’t want to leave me draining his semen all afternoon. I’m CD16 and ovulated two days ago so as far as pregnancy is concerned I was quite safe even if I hadn’t had an Oves screwed down tight on my cervix, but I think he’s running scared since I told him I’m cycling naturally and using cervical barriers for contraception. I don’t think he was convinced and said I should put his insistence on protection down to an excess of caution. So just as he reached orgasm I clenched my vaginal muscles and pulled his condom off and unprotected he planted his seed deep inside me. He gasped “Bloody Hell” and kept on thrusting and tipped me over the edge into ecstasy. It was all I could do not to moan or scream and I did drool a bit into a hankie as he is huge and felt marvelous as my muscles spasmed uncontrollably gripping the girth of his shaft. As he withdrew and zipped up I Kegeled out most of his semen into my hankie then slipped it into my clutch. I walked round the rest of the day with Colin’s condom marinating in my juices deep inside me.

His Grace makes a pass: Shortly after Colin withdrew the duke, who had been watching us, asked if I was having a good time and confided to me that he understood that Colin was an expert at pleasing women. If he thought I was going to blush he was disappointed as I looked him in the eye and said that both he and Colin were providing me with unforgettable experiences, to which the old bull said he would like to get to know me better. The Duchess, Cyndi’s grandmother, told me to expect he would want a piece of me and it was fine with her if I let him take me, with the provision that I wasn’t to give him so intense a ride that the exercise would kill him. I let him finger-fuck me and when he began to get too excited I suggested that he wait until he could get me alone at Milton Park where he is staying for the evening and he reluctantly agreed. It was only after he removed his fingers from my birth canal and was catching his breath that he asked how I was doing as far as my bets were concerned that I looked to see that I had two winners! One of the favorites, Await the Dawn, won the Hardwicke Stakes and ‘Maybe’ won the Chesham Stakes both of which Anya and I had been told to bet on so I came away from the day winner of 750 GBP and filled with Colin’s semen.

The Duke is in his late 60s physically fit and very sexually active and the Duchess said he is very kinky and into rubber so I thought why not and decided to leave Colin’s condom inside me if he followed through with his plan to mount me back at Milton Park, which he did. Before dinner this evening he came to my room and helped me out of my Wolford 50 tights and front closure demi-cup bra. As foreplay he gently and expertly milked me for which I was grateful as I didn’t want to pump my breasts and Colin’s beard grows so fast and so thick that his cheek against my breasts is like dragging sandpaper across them. After my breasts had been emptied I was very aroused so it took him only minutes with his face buried between my legs to suck and tongue my clit into a massive orgasm during which I squirted all over his chin and neck. He was so pleased with himself for getting that sort of a response from me!

At that point he mounted me. He is well hung and with me on my back he could just reach my cervix which he loved and rammed it while giving me a G-spot orgasm and when my vaginal muscles began to spasm uncontrollably I pulled him over the edge and we came simultaneously after which still hard and deep inside me he immediately went to sleep on top of me and I napped beneath him until he awoke 20 minutes later and withdrew. I had been right, a romp with me seemed to do his spirits a world of good, a win for him after his horse didn’t give him a winner. I think my muscles surprised him because as he came in me all he could do was marvel, between gasps, at how tight my grip was. He had said nothing about Colin’s condom I still had inside me now marinating in the semen from two lusty males and both he and Colin were very attentive to me during dinner.

Milton Park

Fresh semen from a new and untested lover

The photo: Readers who have been with me from my days on Yahoo 360 know that the first time I am intimate with a partner I have him wear a condom and then use his semen to test for STIs and as a DNA resource in case I need to go there. The other day a member of congress who was out here inspecting the proposed nuclear waste site came by for a behind-the-scenes tour of the entertainment side of our casino/resort and watched me give a pointe class to our company’s women dancers and one or two of the men. Afterward he came on to me. I was expecting it as almost all male politicians who watch the class I give want to ‘chat’ afterward and this guy came with a reputation. Not that I minded since Jacques is on the east coast on business and I was CD8, newly fertile, and longing for a new man to take an interest in me. I was careful to make certain that he left his smart-phone in his briefcase which was kept in a locker in Security during his tour. Not that this man who is on some important committees is another Anthony Weiner, but I don’t want to become a digital trophy for this or any other guy and have my photo shown around.

His chinos were beautifully tailored but the line was pulled out of shape by the fact that he was obviously very pleased to see me and I was sure he would appreciate some help in taking care of his immediate need in the most pleasant way possible, what we call a Vegas ballet ‘deep welcome’. I was bare-legged in a thong bottom halter top canary yellow leotard (custom made by Gottex for my casino dancers) and wearing a damp pair of nearly dead bespoke Freed Classics. I decided not to change into my play shoes (Gaynors) as I needed the training of being penetrated in dead Freeds to keep up my stamina and pain threshold so I was good to go, almost. As we chatted I was leaning against the barre balancing on my toes with my feet in second position and he was fingering my pubes, or rather he was trying to, but my Penetrator was still inserted and he had a puzzled look as all he felt was the convex head of the plug rather that the soft flesh of my vulva. I smiled at him, took his hand gently and lifting it from caressing the head of my plug, asked him to give me a minute to unplug myself. He was fascinated to watch as I took a Ziploc bag and a baby wipe from my dancebag and pulling my thong to one side pulled on the removal loop lying flat against my perineum breaking the vaginal vacuum with a loud sucking sound. I then pulled forward and down on the removal loop – to get the anti- expulsion ridge under my pubic bone – tightened my vaginal muscles and the plug slid out in my hand. I slipped the baby wipe over my vulva to catch the gush of vaginal lubricant that had been built up by having the plug inside me. I dropped the plug and soaked wipe into the Ziploc sealed it and tossed it into my dancebag then went back on to pointe a la seconde and placed his hand on my exposed vulva. I thought he was going to drop his load in his slacks right then, but he rallied and stepped back so I could unzip him.

The condom: I rolled a LifeStyles ultra thin onto his massive erection. If he had been known to me and had tested clean with a full STI panel and he had wanted the condom for his protection I would have rolled a ribbed condom onto him because I like the addition stimulation I get from the texture of the ribs. However, for me with the added friction ribbed condoms tend to burst or I pull them off a lover so on the first encounter with a man of unknown sexual history I thought it safer (for me) if he wore an LS Ultra Thin. It turned out he was a considerate lover and both very needy and had great stamina, taking me to orgasm and finishing strongly himself three times in 45 minutes. He took me once from behind while I was en pointe bent over holding on to the barre, then once in my office on my back on the huge leather couch and once while I was astride him with him on his back on the couch. I love a Man who is really into me like that and the second time (with me on my back) he was even ramming my cervix a bit which I loved! We parted BFF and while I don’t agree with all his politics I think I can count on him for a favor if I need one. But politicians can be a depreciating asset so I like to have favors available in both camps.

An aide-mémoire: Returning readers may remember In my May 7, 2011 entry’ European ballet venues’ I wrote that Anya and I will be staying with Taryn and Tanaquil while touring great ballet sites in England, France, Germany, Austria and Italy. This entry is to reacquaint my readers with Taryn’s home outside Cambridge where we will be staying most of the time while in England.

From my entry for: September 11, 2010 ‘Taryn leaves for Cambridge’

“Milton Park’s slang name: The stonemasons saw the equipment being installed in the pelvic gym, and one of them is quoted as saying “This place is going to be a boinking cunt castle”. And, since that sort of thing spreads among men so quickly it caught on and then it got around the village. Tanaquil says that now the unofficial name of Milton Park is “Cunt Castle” even though it’s in no way a castle but an 18th C hunting lodge. Actually, it is a much truer description than the stone mason knew given where the money to pay for all the renovations and additions came from. And I’m sure the name will get around Trinity College if Taryn’s tutors don’t already know. The Dons at Cambridge are remarkably well informed. I think they like a bit of insider spice as long as it isn’t flashed about. Since the UK has strong Anglo-Saxon roots a good Middle English descriptive term can be a plus in institutions as sexually repressed as Oxbridge.”

From my entry for May 23, 2010 ‘Taryn and Trinity College Cambridge’

“Off Campus Hideaway: Tanaquil also arranged to lease an off campus residence for her a few miles north east of town (toward Ely) for entertaining and unwinding on weekends and holidays. It’s a 14 room 18th C stone and brick ‘cottage’ that had been built as a hunting lodge on 85 acres of high ground north of the A14 off the A10 (Cambridge Ely Road) owned by a member of the nobility. He hadn’t used it in years so it is requiring a lot of deferred maintenance – starting with a new roof - and renovation. We got it for a pound a year for 20 years if we paid for the renovations so we jumped at the chance since there were no restrictions on what changes we could make to the grounds and Taryn wants a deep pool for dive-sex. One of the beauties of the place is that it’s on high ground as a lot of the surrounding area is low with fens (flat, swampy land) where waterways abound. The pool will be enclosed with its own HV/AC and in addition to surface access to the pool house there will be a tunnel from the cellars for all weather access.”

“Access and personal security: There is a small regional airport, Marshall Airport Cambridge UK (IATA: CBG, ICAO: EGSC), just east of Cambridge with a 6,446 ft concrete runway. Limnaea, my G550, can land there and there is just enough room for it to take off. Marshall is about a 20 minute drive from the estate. There is also frequent rail service from Cambridge to London Kings Cross and Liverpool St stations that takes about 35 minutes each way. We have leased two Range Rovers for ground transportation. I keep saying ‘we’ because since Taryn is only 18 as her guardian I have to sign along with her until she reaches 21 though her major purchases are through the trust established for her education.

I thought Taryn’s personal security was going to be a problem but Tanaquil had that base covered as well, having found a gorgeous 25 y/o aristocratic black-sheep Brit-chick just out of the army who has a body guard license and was working as an up-market escort in Germany with Tanaquil’s clients who want British arm-candy. She has a plumy upper-class accent and Angelica (Angie) wants to go back to school so Tanaquil had her tutored and sit the exams and Angie was accepted as a legacy student (both her parents graduated from TCC) so no chits needed to be called in to get her accepted. Angie likes the idea of a steady 3 year job (perhaps longer if Taryn takes her MD at Trinity) with Taryn while she gets her degree and she came out to meet Taryn this week. The two of them seem to be hitting it off well together so far. As an upper-class teen Angie took ballet and was en pointe for several years, but doesn’t have a thing for pointe. Taryn wants me to teach her dive-sex and I’m hoping to get her back en pointe again, but that’s in the future. Angie already has a GyneFix implanted and I had her fitted with a 22 mm FemCap and a 70 mm Reflexions flat spring as gas guards for dive-sex. The Reflexions can be used effectively to at least a depth of 130 feet which is a plus in case she gets an opportunity to dive Adolph’s well while she is menstrual.” [We now know a Reflexions can be used safely down to at least 216 feet, the bottom of Adolph’s training facility.]

“The Manor house: The locals are pleased to see the manor house being opened again as it will be a source of jobs. Work has already begun on repairing the chimneys and replacing the roof as well as reestablishing the gardens. The masons are working with the roofers to get the chimneys in shape before the new lead roof is put on around them. There are a few villagers in the neighboring village of Milton who worked at the manor when the noble owner had it open occasionally for bird hunting, but no one remembers when the manor was at its best which was before WWII. Taryn wants to make it a showplace again with restoration of the gardens. The place is being leased furnished. The furnishings are good quality but are a bit shabby so we are having everything slip-covered to brighten the appearance. The house, Milton Park, is in a ten acre park at the center of a forest so there should be no problem with privacy. Tanaquil kiddingly called the estate ‘Pussi Park’ given that it will be used for intimate weekends and erotically themed parties and Taryn thought the name was so appropriate that in our conversations she has unofficially renamed it.

Even though we aren’t allowed to change the 19th C double and triple-hung windows that leak air the new HV/AC and new electrical wiring throughout that were installed a few years ago can easily heat and cool the place and will support modern communications and there is an aux generator for power failures that can be used for lighting if she decides to allow erotic video shoots there. There are working fireplaces in every room and getting them safely working is, as I mentioned, one of the first things we are doing as sex by a cozy fire is such a turn-on. Fortunately the owner had left the HV/AC on while the manor was unoccupied as the damp chill of the winters and the humidity from the fens in the summers would have caused rapid deterioration in the furnishings. We expect to move Taryn and her staff in to Pussi Park in August so she can get the house running the way she wants it before starting school.”

Leaving on a jet plane: Anya and will be leaving this coming Monday and we both have our equipment cases and wardrobe trunks already packed. I wrote in an earlier post about refilling our slit-kits and stocking other intimate supplies. I’m taking mostly Gaynor pointes to play in but a dozen pairs of my Freed Classics for classes and technique work to keep my technique and stamina at my usual high level. I’m really looking forward to getting away from the desert heat, though we are going to avoid German bean sprouts while on the continent. I’m not sure how much time I’ll have to post but hope to have some sort of posting routine.

The Mysterious Jack returns: “Jill, I have not been commenting on your blog, but it did inspire me to attend some ballet performances in the ABT spring season... also as a break from a lot of work over the past two months. I was wondering if reading all blog would creep into my consciousness somehow as I sat in the theater watching the stunning artists perform. I can report that NO you had no presence in my mind, or your ideas about dancers and pointe and ballet boots etc. The performances were 3 of the best I have ever seen and they were very well received by critics and balletomanes alike. I could tell I saw something very special. Semionova in Don Q w/ Hallberg and Part... Sarah lane was there too... Vishneva and Gomez in Giselle.. again with Part and last week a stunning Lady of the Camellias with Vishneva and Gomez and again Part. I had the best seat in the house for the last performance... first row center Grand Tier. The entire theatre was on their feet when the curtain calls were taken. My final ballet will be Semionova in Swan Lake. I was tempted at intermission to buy a pair of Diana's pointe... Grishkos by the way... but I decided against it I'm thrilled to have attended this stellar performances and that my mind hasn't been polluted by some of bizarre stuff you write about ballet dancers which likely is not true as much as it part of your fantasies... which as I have said before makes a fun read. Do some ballerinas have latex and related fetishes? Why not. Alexandra Potter I believe may, but she does model the stuff and shows how to move gracefully in extreme heels ... http://www.ballet-heels.com/ In the end fetish and fantasy seem to merge and very well on the internet... and I suppose people are actually doing more of what they read on the internet... sex is fun and people get bored and want something new and stimulating. But I don't think we can "learn" fetishes as much as techniques and practices which may or may not deliver the sexual thrill they are purported to... to everyone who gives it a go. In the end I am more attracted to elegance with a fetish edge than extreme play of any sort... and so all your dive sex stories do absolutely nothing for me... but I suppose it's valid erotica genre. I might not have attended this season, so I need to thank you for, in a sense, making me see if you had influenced the way I see a ballerina on stage and I ended up seeing some of the best performances in my life. I had a few words (compliments from me) with Kevin McKenzie as he rushed to the stage after Giselle... and that was cool too! Jack”

Welcome back!: I’m so glad that you got to see some of the perfs of ABT’s Spring season. I envy you! I could just read about them in the NYT as I’m very busy getting ready to leave on an extended European tour as perhaps you read. On the whole Alastair Macaulay was very complementary of the dancing while fretting about ABT’s specializing in full length story ballets. But with NYCB across the plaza I think they would be smart to continue what they are doing. And they have Ratmansky for new works which is a plus.

I hope you got to examine Vishneva’s Grishkos as they are factory modified for her. Were any of Sarah Lanes shoes available? Whether you are a believer or not, the world will continue on - unless the Rev Camping will be correct the third time. I was glad that you had read my blog prior to seeing this seasons ABT offerings as they gave you, another perspective – however deep it was buried in your subconscious - as to what goes on with some of us who have extended aspects of ballet to enhance feminine sexuality. Although, if you were concerned about my writings coloring your perspective your thoughts couldn’t have been buried very deeply.

Taryn and Trinity College Cambridge

Great Court Trinity College Cambridge in the rain

Taryn will go to Cambridge: She has enrolled at Trinity College Cambridge and will start Michaelmas Term which begins October 1st. She will take premed courses with the intention of getting her MD and then becoming a psychiatrist, the better to understand the needs of the clients she serves with her porn empire. She had been taking subjects at UNLV and living in her suite at my place since Christmas while she was taking second year courses there. The tests to get in to TCC were pretty amazing to sit she said, but Tanaquil got her a tutor who prepped her for them for months and her acceptance letter came a week ago. Tanaquil also had some of her male and female friends who have received degrees from TCC put in a good word for her because the school is so small and there are a significant number of legacy acceptances. So a lot of what’s going for an ‘outsider’ is not the academics, everyone applying (even the legacy students) who is permitted to sit the exam has the grades, it’s who you know. And Tanaquil is friends with a great many of the British nobility and aristocracy through business and social contacts.

Trinity College: Trinity College was founded by Henry VIII in 1546 as part of the University of Cambridge. Since then Trinity has flourished and grown, and is now a home to around 600 undergraduates, 300 graduates, and over 160 Fellows so you can see that it’s a very small school, but Trinity is only one of the 31 Colleges making up Cambridge University. Three are for women Murray Edwards, Newnham and Lucy Cavendish and two admit only graduates (Clare Hall and Darwin). The remainder 26 house and teach all students enrolled in courses of study or research at the University.

Off Campus Hideaway: Tanaquil also aranged to lease an off campus residence for her a few miles north east of town (toward Ely) for entertaining and unwinding on weekends and holidays. It’s a 14 room 18th C stone and brick ‘cottage’ that had been built as a hunting lodge on 85 acres of high ground north of the A14 off the A10 (Cambridge Ely Road) owned by a member of the nobility. He hadn’t used it in years so it is requiring a lot of deferred maintenance – starting with a new roof - and renovation. We got it for a pound a year for 20 years if we paid for the renovations so we jumped at the chance since there were no restrictions on what changes we could make to the grounds and Taryn wants a deep pool for dive-sex. One of the beauties of the place is that it’s on high ground as a lot of the surrounding area is low with fens (flat, swampy land) where waterways abound. The pool will be enclosed with its own HV/AC and in addition to surface access to the pool house there will be a tunnel from the cellars for all weather access.

Access and personal security: There is a small regional airport, Marshall Airport Cambridge UK (IATA: CBG, ICAO: EGSC), just east of Cambridge with a 6,446 ft concrete runway. Limnaea, my G550, can land there and there is just enough room for it to take off. Marshall is about a 20 minute drive from the estate. There is also frequent rail service from Cambridge to London Kings Cross and Liverpool St stations that takes about 35 minutes each way. We have leased two Range Rovers for ground transportation. I keep saying ‘we’ because since Taryn is only 18 as her guardian I have to sign along with her until she reaches 21 though her major purchases are through the trust established for her education.

I thought Taryn’s personal security was going to be a problem but Tanaquil had that base covered as well, having found a gorgeous 25 y/o aristocratic black-sheep Brit-chick just out of the army who has a body guard license and was working as an up-market escort in Germany with Tanaquil’s clients who want British arm-candy. She has a plumy upper-class accent and Angelica (Angie) wants to go back to school so Tanaquil had her tutored and sit the exams and Angie was accepted as a legacy student (both her parents graduated from TCC) so no chits needed to be called in to get her accepted. Angie likes the idea of a steady 3 year job (perhaps longer if Taryn takes her MD at Trinity) with Taryn while she gets her degree and she came out to meet Taryn this week. The two of them seem to be hitting it off well together so far. As an upper-class teen Angie took ballet and was en pointe for several years but doesn’t have a thing for pointe. Taryn wants me to teach her dive-sex and I’m hoping to get her back en pointe again but that’s in the future. Angie already has a GyneFix implanted and I had her fitted with a 22 mm FemCap and a 70 mm Reflexions flat spring as gas guards for dive-sex. The Reflexions can be used effectively to at least a depth of 130 feet which is a plus in case she gets an opportunity to dive Adolph’s well while she is menstrual.

The Manor house: The locals are pleased to see the manor house being opened again as it will be a source of jobs. Work has already begun on repairing the chimneys and replacing the roof as well as reestablishing the gardens. The masons are working with the roofers to get the chimneys in shape before the new lead roof is put on around them. There are a few villagers in the neighboring village of Milton who worked at the manor when the noble owner had it open occasionally for bird hunting but no one remembers when the manor was at its best which was before WWII. Taryn wants to make it a showplace again with restoration of the gardens. The place is being leased furnished. The furnishings are good quality but are a bit shabby so we are having everything slip-covered to brighten the appearance. The house, Milton Park, is in a ten acre park at the center of a forest so there should be no problem with privacy. Tanaquil kiddingly called the estate ‘Pussi Park’ given that it will be used for intimate weekends and erotically themed parties and Taryn thought the name was so appropriate that in our conversations she has unofficially renamed it.

Even though we aren’t allowed to change the 19th C double and triple-hung windows that leak air the new HV/AC and new electrical wiring throughout that were installed a few years ago can easily heat and cool the place and will support modern communications and there is an aux generator for power failures that can be used for lighting if she decides to allow erotic video shoots there. There are working fireplaces in every room and getting them safely working is, as I mentioned, one of the first things we are doing as sex by a cozy fire is such a turn-on. Fortunately the owner had left the HV/AC on while the manor was unoccupied as the damp chill of the winters and the humidity from the fens in the summers would have caused rapid deterioration in the furnishings. We expect to move Taryn and her staff in to Pussi Park in August so she can get the house running the way she wants it before starting school.