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Her stories, sometimes richly embellished with vivid details, and her magic hands soon had me in a fever pitch and she fingered me to a gasping climax. After she had washed my body, I insisted that I be allowed to bring her to a climax also. I moved in around in the tub and had her lay back. I pulled her feet and legs over mine, so I could get close to her and it was my turn to bathe her breasts, and stomach, then down to her dark haired cunny.
My slippery fingers slid inside her. With the hot soapy water, and her relaxing, I was able to slip two , then three fingers inside her, stretching her firm cunny. I used my other hand to roll my finger around on her pink exposed clitty. It did not take long for her to have a sobbing climax.
I wondered if any of the servants had heard us. The possibility was slim, as Betsy was my personal maid, and my bath was off my bedroom, and we always closed both doors. We washed each others hair, and took turns toweling the other off. We kissed and hugged, damp body against damp sensuous body.
"Betsy, I really think you are a very special personal maid. I am glad I have you." I said holding her close.
"Oh, Mistress, I am so fortunate to have you also. I can not tell you how much I love you. You have been so kind and wonderful to me. I hear some of the other servants who are treated terribly, even abused , by their mistresses and masters. If they complain, they are dismissed, and then falsely accused of stealing, or worse. Daisy and I are so fortunate!" She said hugging me and kissing my cheek.
I knew I was fortunate to have two such wonderful women in the house. That they both were my lovers, was an added bonus.
Betsy and I went to London on the train to obtain passports for our trip. While there I bought her several new outfits. "I have a motive behind my wishes to have you travel as a companion. We can stay in the same room, and you will be treated as my equal. You have earned that." I told her as we shopped in one of Londons finest shops. I did not want her to travel with me as a servant, but as a companion. She was thrilled by the thought.
"I shall try to make you proud of me, Mistress," she said, tears in her eyes.
Weeks later, and a train ride, and we reached Portsmouth to board the train ferry to Havre, France. When we reached France it was foggy, but as the train to Paris rocked on its way, the weather cleared, and we sat at the window watching the beautiful countryside slip past. I had been to France once before, but it was the first trip for Betsy.
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She was enthralled by the whole prospect, particularly going to Paris. Everyone had told us to be sure and see the Eiffel Tower. I had seen illustrations in magazines but it was supposed to be a marvel of sight and engineering. We reached Paris after dark, hailed a handsome, and the driver took us to one of the new modern hotels in the middle of Paris. The hotel was an imposing structure inside and out.
We registered and were whisked to our floor in a quiet smooth elevator. Betsy held my hand tightly as this was her first elevator ride. Our room was beautiful, huge and opened onto a balcony. After our steamer trunk was delivered, we hung our clothes in the closet, then went down to the dining room. We had a small lunch on the train, but were both hungry now.
Several men turned to look at us as we entered. Betsy looked stunning in her new clothes. We had both picked outfits that showed off our figures, particularly our bosoms, nothing vulgar, but a generous swell of our flesh. I let the waiter select our first meal in Paris, and he did a splendid job of it. Betsy was awed by the hotel and the food. I had to gently remind her that she was a lady now, and should act restrained.
She quickly reigned in her excess enthusiasm, but spent the whole meal with a large grin on her face. We had several handsome men come to our table to try and engage us in conversation, and twice waiters brought us bottles of champagne from admirers at other tables. I sent them back with our regrets.
As soon as we got to our room, we went into the bathroom and discovered that they had a bidet, a shower, a new invention, and a large bathtub. Betsy was fascinated by the bidet, she had never seen one. I showed her how it worked. She had to try it, squealing with delight when the warm water gushed against her cunny. She let is gush against her clitty, and became very excited.
Weary and dirty from our train ride, we got under the shower at the same time, and enjoyed the hot water streaming down on us. We took turns washing each others bodies, and our fingers slipped down and we brought each other off. Clean, we slipped on our gowns and opened the doors onto the balcony. The night air was wonderful, and from it we could see the Eiffel Tower, lit up beautifully. We stood together, and Betsy slipped an arm around me, hugged me and thanked me over and over.
We kissed and went back into the room. The bed was huge, and we undressed and lay together naked. Our passions arose again, and we made love to the sounds drifting up from the streets below. Her sweet body never seemed more alive. Her touches drove me to new heights of passion. When we came, we
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