Demesne 1
“You got this whole place to yourself?” Cosmo asked, eyes wide in wonder as he stepped into the main hall. He felt like he ought to remove his hat. Instead he just adjusted the brim of the ball-cap, pulling it back, high on his head, and grinned sheepishly.
When he knocked at the massive entryway he expected a servant to answer. Someone in coattails who’d fallen off a Downton Abbey episode. He felt kind of silly thinking it, here in the middle of Cold Spring.
It was a big house, no doubt. But Cosmo saw the grounds were overgrown. The windows in need of washing. Even the antique furniture on the landing looked in need of a good dusting.
Guess even the 1% had to fall on hard times too.
Still, his young mind was instantly aroused by the thought of cleaning up the place in a revealing maid outfit. Or on hands and knees scrubbing the wooden floors with a toothbrush in his mouth, a raging erection between his legs. Much like the raging erection he’d tucked under the waistband of his boy briefs while walking up the drive.
This was going to be so cool.
Fuck I wanna draw Cosmo. Damn you Windows and your poopy Pro.