After six months ofeffort, she was finally in.Michelle knocked gently before entering the Duchess' room. She wincedand stretched her arms over her hea...d. Cleaning was tiring work. Her workhad begun almost immediately. Rachel had taken her to her small roomwith the attached bathroom. She had handed her the plain cotton maid'soutfit and told her that she would be responsible for all of thecleaning and waiting on the Duke and Duchess at meal times. A week laterand she was just beginning to get used. And so I asked one of the servers if a cup of tea was in the realms of possibility and even though he looked as if I just asked him for a raw herring with onions on a donut, he did disappear into the kitchen and came back three minutes later with a large silver tray that held a kettle of water, a jug of milk, a sugar bowl, a cup and saucer, two cookies on a plate and a selection of teas. Bloody hell, all I wanted was a mug of Twinings!I found a quiet corner with an empty chair next to a table. He gasped too as he hailed a cab. Seconds later we were inside.“Fourteen Warwick Way,” I told the driver and off we sped. His hand came upon my breast and I found myself telling him to pinch them hard. He did, I sucked in loads of air and clenched my stomach muscles to try and stay quiet; it worked.We behaved ourselves for the twenty or so minutes that it took us to arrive at the house though I would have been happy to have been taken on the back seat of the cab. I wouldn’t have minded the. Her face was soft and warm, with full, rich lips, and dark, almond-shaped eyes. Apollonia’s breasts were a full C-cup and quite nice, but by far her most wondrous asset was her inviting, heart-shape behind. Every time she walked up the stairs, it was a chore for Anthony not to push her down and take her over and over again.“Enjoying the view as usual?” she asked with her trademark Italian accent, eying him playfully over her shoulder.“You know me too well,” Anthony said with a chuckle. “Now,.