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thine!" I said sternly. She broke into laughter, as did I. I turned my back.
She soaped my thighs, and buttocks, then asked me to slip my legs apart, and bend forward. I did as she asked, and leaned forward, and put my hands on the rear of the tub, giving her free reign to my backside and cunny. She soaped them slowly, slipping her fingers around and around my nether hole before slipping a soapy finger inside. It felt so good.
She continued to do it for a while, then soaped her hand and did something she had not done before. She took her knuckles and began to run them back and forth against my spread cunny. They rubbed lightly against my clitty, giving me a new delightful sensation. My knees went weak at the wonderful feeling. I pushed her hands away. I stood up and she caught handfuls of water and rinsed me off. I stepped out and she toweled me off. She looked so beautiful, naked before me.
"If my Queen will lie on the bed, this unworthy Slave will satisfy her desires."
Betsy said looking up at me. The vixen, she knew that she had stoked my internal fires. I could only nod. She held my hand as I walked weak kneed to the bed. I lay back and she slipped a pillow under my head.
She kneeled between my thighs and began to kiss and lick my hot cunny. She slipped two fingers up inside me sliding them in and out. She had heated my passion so, with her ministrations in the bath, that it only took a short time for her magic flicking tongue, and rotating fingers to drive me to a gasping climax. Her flicking tongue would not let me relax a moment, and sent me to another climax. I pushed her lovely face away. I lay gasping while she slowly licked my spread cunny. She slipped off the bed and pulled the covers over me.
"Would you like for me to make love to you, Betsy, Dearest?" I asked weakly.
"Oh, no Mum. You rest. Ill wait till tonight and tell Daisy how I became your very personal servant, and Slave." She said leaning over to kiss me lightly on my lips.
I closed my eyes and heard her enter the bath. I fell asleep.
When I awoke perhaps a half hour later, she was sitting by the window, dressed, watching me. When I went into the bath, it was spotless, new towels out, and the dirty linen gone. I told her the rest of the afternoon was hers. She thanked me and kissed my cheek.
When Daisy came that evening to turn my bed down, she was grinning from ear to ear. Before I could ask, she told me that Betsy had told her that she was my very personal maid, and that she wished she could have been there to watch. I kissed her and told her, that I might invite her in some
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day. She left smiling, and I knew that the two would spend part of the night making love. I decided to give the two friends time to themselves. I was sure they would be discrete.
Daisy became a superb maid. She quickly learned my habits and desires, and soon anticipated my wishes. With a little coaching, she knew what clothes to lay out for me, and kept them freshly cleaned and pressed. We picked patterns out in town and she began to sew for me. She was very quick, and it took what seemed no time for her to finish a gown for me.
The gown fitted superbly, and her suggestions as to details was impeccable. She was able to hand sew fine material, and fashioned me several naughty corselets, merry widows, and sheer underpants that you could see my nipples and cunny hair through. I wore them under my gown when I slipped up the stairs to their rooms. She also made them for herself and Daisy.
Betsy sewed a superb gown for Auntie. Auntie had shown her a drawing of a gown, and asked her if she could duplicate it for her. Betsy made some suggestions, sketched a change here and there, and suggested that the lace collar be adorned with pearls, the rage that year. The two worked together and in two weeks the gown was finished.
Betsy came to me, eyes sparkling and asked me to come see Auntie in her new dress. She had me close my eyes and led me into the grand salon. When I opened my eyes I was awe struck. Auntie stood before the huge fire place, resplendent in her new gown. The light from the windows brought out the softness and rich colors of her gown. The lace color framed her lovely face and the pearls glowed against her skin. It was truly a breathtaking vision. I clapped, then bowed and curtseyed, as I would to the Queen. I went to Betsy and held her by her arms, hugged her and told her that she had outdone herself I wanted to kiss her, but knew Auntie would think that totally out of character.
"Auntie, that dress makes you look like a Queen, instead of a Duchess. It is the most stunning dress I have seen outside the royal court. I told you Betsy was a gem." I said shaking my head in wonder.
"And so she is. Betsy, I can well imagine what Madame DeVille would charge me for this dress, and it would not have come out half as stunning. I agreed to pay you what Madame DeVille would charge me. I refuse. I shant pay it. I will renege on my promise." She said sternly. She paused.
Betsys face fell. I hid a grin, for I knew what the old reprobate was doing.
"I shant pay Madame DeVille price. For this splendid, incomparable dress, I shall pay double! I have never seen a finer example of the seamstresss art. It
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