Wager won Stories

We played whist tonight. He might be a ducal heir, but his reign at table was short-lived, a weak-kneed knave against my winning queen. Victorious, I left to collect his wager. His wife greeted me wantonly, happily intent on settling up. Her chambermaid was a comely bonus. Her ladyship played herself proud supping my cunny, while her minion plied a delightfully nimble nether tongue. Feeling magnanimous, I returned the gir...