“You can do your homework later, now enjoy. No one here to object.”While I reached for a roll, another woman came in. She wore a black dress and a... white apron. Her flaxen hair was braided and wound up into sweet roll shaped buns to each side of her head. Unlike the other woman of the tanneries, I knew her and had seen her before, her name was Raghild and she was one of the chambermaids of my stepmother. She was maybe sixteen or eighteen and she always had a good word for me, of course only when. I imagined that I wasactually a bride and being prepared to go to the church and say my vows tomy handsome groom.As the dress was being slipped over my head I heard the bedroom door openand thought it was probably Maureen. To my surprise a flash blinded me as myhead emerged from the dress. A photographer was standing across the roomfrom me snapping pictures as Charlotte buttoned the tiny buttons up the backof the dress. The dress now fit as if it had been made just for me.Julie pinned the veil. Kiss, another kiss, and then they were in the main room, slowly undressing. The bed was comfortable, and she smiled up at him as they rearranged their arms, legs, and other body parts.This wasn't the frantic coupling of Claiborne. Instead they made love, slowly, deliciously, sensually. The bed was warm, and the room, with its open windows, encouraged them to stay in it. They even found time to doze a little, to recover so they could make love again.It was perceived as eight hours, but it seemed. As your bra falls to the ground I take a moment to admire your perfection. You catch me staring and decide to shove my face in between your breasts. Shaking them against me and reattaching your hands to my balls. Encouraged by your aggressiveness I latch my mouth onto one of your breasts. Tasting your skin and stroking your nipple with my tongue. Not wanting to neglect your other tit, I take it in my hand. Massaging it and teasing its nipple with my fingers. My free hand, needing to be of.