307 Mature Enough To Be My Mother
Once Sarah and Mabel had been paid and the pact had been implemented, both of them put on more decent clothes to look much better. Although not the expensive dresses they used to wear as aristocrats, those chemises with linen dresses and overdresses were more pleasing than what they wore earlier.
Earlier, as we had given time to talk with Sarah in private, I nonchalantly revealed my intentions that aside from housekeeping, I was also expecting something more—
intimacy. The moment I laid my eyes on her, I could feel that my MILF senses suddenly tingled. Following that, I eventually decided I wanted to know her in the biblical sense. With this, I might have a chance to have my very first sister act. This content originates from n0v3lbin•
Sarah understood what I was trying to imply, and she was shocked by how I openly said it next to my sister as Big Sis raised an eyebrow at me. But after a long silence, she eventually nodded her head, and she said I was reminding her of someone. But who?
After the transaction, we asked Sarah if they knew some enslaved widows who she thought were willing to be working with us. Also, let me not forget telling her the possibility of getting physical with me. She said she knew some noblewomen who were neglected by their spouses and were probably sexually frustrated. But most of them had a child or two, which we should include in the package. But taking too many would be difficult. We would have more mouths to feed, and I would have to hop from bed to bed more frequently, which would significantly reduce the time I would spend with my loved ones. I was a bit picky when it came to women, so I decided to filter out the list. For the final categorization, our future servants would be childless. If she had a child, at least she should be a daughter. You know, for future reference. With the assistance of Mr. Kauffman, the final first was filtered out to three. "Well then, I will be outside so you can talk to each other." "Thank you again, Mr. Kauffman."
"Don't mention it, Lord Raphael."
Shut. Once the door was shut, Sarah and I were left behind with three women in a room. Big Sis had kept Mabel entertained around the city so that she could hear the sensitive words we would utter in this room. Also, it would be a good way for Big Sis to bond with her future niece-in-law.
In the room, sitting on the other side of the table in front of us, were three women in their tunics. They were the ones that were recommended by Sarah, who also passed "Hello there, ladies." I politely greeted them with a smile. "How are you today?" "Are you the one going to buy us?"
"Indeed. I have been sold to him. And that's why he is here to buy you three as well." "Obviously," Carla said. "But why would we do that?"
"Okay, then hear me out, everyone." Sarah then began her explanation. "Instead of being bought by some random, uncertain people, why don't you just let Lord Raphael own you all? If you are still uncertain, my little sister has been working with them for years, and she is as fine as she left our house, so I can guarantee our safety. If that was still not enough, I don't want what to say anymore." After Sarah's explanation, the three of them looked at one another and seemed to communicate subtly. They then started talking to each other, and we waited for them to come to a conclusion after a minute or so. "Before we give our final decision, we would like to ask Lord Raphael something." "Bring it on." I responded to Mathilda's words while folding my arms.
"Other than being recommended by Sarah, why did you choose to take us out of all the more capable slaves? What are you after?"
"You are asking me that?" I scoffed. "One of the reasons why you are chosen, aside from additional manpower, is your... bodies."
With almost no hesitation, I casually told them what I was after.
"What...?"
The three ladies were taken aback by my bluntness. After they were somewhat disgusted by my words, they slowly wrapped their arms around their bodies. They were clearly creeped out by me.
"You are into what...? Our bodies...?" Carla shakily asked. "You mean these old bodies?"
"Yes. And please don't call yourselves old." "But we were old enough to be your mother..." "Exactly. I mean, being raised by my two gorgeous mothers really shaped my preference for women. Because of them, I somewhat developed a thing for mature women. You see, I am quite a lustful man, so I love you all to accompany me at night. I heard that you were disregarded by your husbands, so if you accept me, I promise to make you feel better than they used to do."
"..." They were visibly stunned and could not speak upon hearing my indecently peculiar explanation. But it was only a matter of seconds before one of them finally responded.