The kneeling chambermaid might lick Katherine then, quickly, between her spread labia, before favoring her mistress with a shy smile. Trembling, Katherine would reach affectionately down and stroke the dear girl’s hair, her flushed cheek, and her pouting lips. She stared into those dark, worshipful eyes. And when that pretty face dropped back to her sodden cunt and Katherine felt the loving tongue swirling again through her soft pink velvety folds, she was sure to scream with delight.
Her newly acknowledged desires affected not only the demurely whorish chambermaids but the other servants as well. She gradually took to walking in on Karl and Gregor as they made love. They did not even need her to say a word. Unsurprised, they simply kept at their exertions while their mistress crept silen
