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The Imposter

... too, Mother,” Sarah replied loyally. “The wedding ceremony will have a heraldic theme, dear,” Lady St Cuthbert said on another occasion. “Do you have any objections?” “My only concern is that the wedding dress be spotlessly white, Mother.” “As befits you, dear,” came the chuckled rejoinder as Sarah dug her teeth into Wisteria’s plump buttocks. “Have you any preferences as to the location of the honeymoon, dear?” Sarah was asked nearer the date. “I believe that it’s supposed to be a surprise, Mother.” “Given the choice, dear: a warm or a temperate resort?” “I hope to wear as few clothes as possible.” “Warm then.” It was all going so well. Sarah’s life was following the expected path. Prep school. Boarding school. Debutante Ball. Finishing school. And now marriage. She would be the envy of all those friends of her who would attend her hen party and throw themselves with abandon on the naked flesh of the compliant female servants not knowing when, or even if, they would ever taste a man’s prick or to be fucked by one and yet retain their virtue. It was the list of guests that most concerned Sarah’s parents. There was a limited number of seats at Conglingbury Abbey and the question was who should not be invited. Did the Honourable Member for Lower Strickland, whose family’s wealth was built on the proceeds of gambling take precedence over Lord Cumberford who despite his blue blood carried a very strong whiff of scandal about him? Should the Prime Minister be seated next to the ...

... Prince of Baden Hofstadter? Was it prudent to issue an invitation to the immediate members of the Royal Family even when one knew that the betrothal to a man of such humble stock as Charles Kingston would most likely result in a polite refusal? The forthcoming marriage had so soon become the most exciting event in Sarah’s life. And as it got closer any worries she had about leaving the family home were as nothing compared to the exciting prospect of moving into one of the many villas, mansions, yachts and castles Charles owned both on home soil and abroad. And then, amidst all this excitement and anticipation, Sarah received an urgent summons to talk with her father. This was rare in itself. As a rule, Lord St. Cuthbert never spoke to any of his sons or daughters. In fact, as far as Sarah was aware, the last time he addressed more than two or three words to her at a time was when she was a child and he’d confused her for her older sister, Philomena. Sarah’s father was a man who believed that his role in parenthood was to do as little as he possibly could and to leave all parental management entirely to his wife. He was paying for everything. What more could he be expected to do? Sarah was more nervous than she could recall ever being. She bade her maids to tidy her up to the best of their ability given the very short notice and approached her father’s study in trepidation. She even had to wear the same foundation and eye make-up as she had in the morning. Lord St Cuthbert was ...