My wife was wearing a short skirt and tight top so I could see her nipples poking at the material longing to be free. I had my hand on her leg and was... definitely feeling horny. I suggested we go back indoors and lay down for a bit, to which she smiled and agreed. We shut the doors but left the curtains open, there was nobody around, it would be fine, it was nice to have the sun in. We lay on the bed and were soon naked, exploring each other's bodies with tongues and fingers. I was cupping my. His slightest touch was taking her breath away.Moving his tongue down, I suspected, a little above her butt. I wondered whether he would touch her most private of places. Cara's moan answered my question. I realised he had delicately run his tongue over her hole. Lingering, gently caressing her butt with his tongue. Cara moaned, "Fuck that is good."Then straight up in a single maddeningly slow agonizingly light lick through her lips, lighter over her opening, somehow even more so over her. ”“Of, course, Katherine, go back to sleep now.” Dunrossiter stood and wrapped his dressing gown around himself and left the bedroom. He used the chamberpot in his privy, then stepped into his dressing room. As expected, a servant girl, Jenny, was waiting for him. He stepped in front of her and removed his robe. His manhood sprang forth stiffly. Grasping her firmly, he pulled her top down around her waist, then pushed her to her knees before him.Jenny had been used numerous times by Earl. She had thin, muscular arms and a lightly curved pair of very feminine shoulders with an hourglass figure. Fit and sleek, she was, with long, killer legs and a firm rear to get the point across. Rayne was her name.As Rayne stood there, she thought about all the special women who had gone through her life, and a few of her friends. One in particular had always stood by her. Dan was picking her up tonight as a special treat. He was going to take her to the bar and buy her some drinks, get her.