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And still Hedwig was rattling on, making it sound exciting even when she repeated herself. "She's reaming me good. You have no idea how beautifully her tongue treats my asshole. Oh yes, Gail is an expert at it. I taught her myself. And I happen to be particularly fond of having my ass kissed. It's very sensitive, and I actually prefer it to having my cunt lapped. Not that she can't do both equally well, of course, those are basic fundamentals that every good slave-girl is trained to do."

Squinting a little, I could spot the ends of Gail's hair, kind of reddish, hanging over the edges of the chair. But I still couldn't see her face under the heavy buttocks. And meanwhile, quite calmly, even as her body rocked on the slavish tongue, Hedwig had her hand extended so that the cute young blonde kid could continue working on her fingernails.

Then, abruptly, the rocking motion gained intensity. And again the direction changed. It became more of a grinding now, a downward grinding upon the squashed face.

"Yeah, she's getting to me. Do it, baby, shoot that tongue up my asshole and I'll come for you!" In a near-frenzy, the big woman yanked open the buttons of her uniform and gave her bra a sharp twist that let her breasts spring free. She clutched the blonde head and pulled it close. "Never mind my nails, Lizabeth, just do me some good here. My tits, suck my tits, suck!"

The manicure paraphernalia cluttering the desk was forgotten, and the kid's lips immediately tightened around a protruding nipple. She sucked there awhile and then shifted to the other quickly as the demanding hand nudged her head. Hedwig seemed to be having a high old time, the center of attention, a slave worshiping her tits and a slave worshiping her ass. It didn't take long. She shuddered, wheezing her pleasure, welcoming the orgasm, and I got the impression of a volcano erupting inwardly.

And at last, loosened from its fleshy prison, the missing face came into view. A cute face, pink, kind of like a kewpie-doll, the skin all smeared and shiny now. Oddly enough, the big blue eyes were shining, too, shining rapturously, and even after her release the little sexpot kept kissing Hedwig's thighs until she was pushed away. Only that didn't get rid of her either; she just slumped to the floor and wrapped her arms around those thickly muscled legs in a gesture of love that was both defiant and submissive at the same time. A contradiction in terms, maybe, but not so impossible; hadn't I felt like that about my love for Julia?

A time for sadness. My mistress was about to leave. And even though our parting would only be temporary, it was like the end of the world to me. I wasn't going to cry, though, at least not until later. Alone…

"Don't look so sad, darling."

"Who's sad? This is my sexy expression, can't you tell? How much time do we have."

"Five minutes. Maybe ten. As soon as Corinne calls from downstairs. Oh. I forgot. I've got something to tell you. I finally worked up enough nerve to ask her. About the change in her life, the servants, you know?"

"Uh-huh. You were dying of curiosity. Me, too, in a way, even if I didn't know her before. What did she tell you?"

"Well, our guess was right. It was all Hedwig's doing. But you should have heard her, the said it. No shame. Like she was proud of it, imagine. Hedwig corrupted her. That was the word she used. Corrupted. And it was the best thing that ever happened to her, she says. Wild, isn't it?"

"She's really living it up. Those two kids…"

"Aren't they something? That was Hedwig's doing, too. She found them and hired them and trained them – and Corinne has never been happier in her life. I envy her."

"You-you envy her? Julia? And all this time I thought you were satisfied with me. Now my feelings are hurt."

"Poor baby. I love you. But I'm still envious. Of course, if you were to submit to that sort of training…"

"Train me, train me. I've already said you could."

"And I have. A little. But compared to Hedwig, oh shit, I'm just an amateur. No, darling, I meant that sort of training – right from Hedwig herself."

"Hah! Don't even suggest it."

"Not even for a little while? I'll only be gone a few days; wouldn't you like to try it and see? As long as you're going to be here anyway…"

"No. And please don't ask me to. I'm a guest here, not a slave to be trained by a… a housekeeper…"

"All right. Don't pout. It was just a silly notion. I won't ask you again. I won't even mention it, okay? Come how, kiss me and cheer up. We're supposed to be saying goodbye. I want your sweet tongue in my mouth. Maybe that'll cheer me up."

"Yours is sweeter. The sweetest tongue in…"

"Don't talk, just kiss me. Mmm…"

"Nnng. Oh!"

"Don't be such a wiggle-worm. Stand still, darling."

"Oh sure, stand still, just like that. While you go on teasing and teasing and teasing…"

"You don't like it? Just a little farewell tease? Hmm. Your cunt is shedding tears for me, that's why it's so wet. A sentimental cunt, imagine."

"Fuck me. Frig me. Your hand, put it in, oooh!"

"Will you miss me, darling?"

"You know it."

"Will you miss this? There now, that should give you something to remember me by. But that's all, no more, we mustn't let ourselves get carried away."

Her fingers were gone and the sudden void was painful. More than I could stand. I fell to my knees and embraced her with both arms, jamming my face in and finding an unexpected delight in the warmth that seeped through the fabric. And then it was even warmer, hotter, as she slid her skirt up and left only a wisp of lacy nylon, a fragile impediment, surely, and I nuzzled between her thighs with no more than a token pretense of patience…

"Don't you dare!"

"Mmm?"

"The panties stay put, you hear?"

I heard and heeded, dying of terminal frustration, and was revived only by the life-breath of her [missing text] the redolent seepage that reduced the frustrating barrier to a sex-impregnated shadow. Its penetration became a challenge, a labor of love, and I could see how a little subtlety and guile might lend credence to the wistful hallucination of a cuntlapper's fucking tongue…

"Julia? Time to go." The voice from downstairs.

"One last kiss, darling. Kiss my mouth and give me a suck of that one-of-a-kind tongue for good luck…"

It was a tough choice. And after thinking it over, I wasn't even sure I'd carry out my decision. With so much sex going on around me, it was only a matter of time before I got involved. So the problem was who – and I wound up letting my absent mistress be the judge. And the choice was obvious, of course. Corinne was my hostess, the head of the house – and more important, she was an old friend of Julia's. Not very attractive, true, but couldn't I spare a suck for the sake of peace?

Having made the decision, I slept on it. Only I didn't get through the night. It was the young blonde kid who woke me up. Lizabeth. A dainty little thing with hair the color of wheat in the sunshine. The freckles on her tip-tilted nose were cute, and so was her childlike attitude. It was hard to think of her as a practicing lesbian trained in even more perverted pleasures. I found her utterly enchanting, a joy to be with. But at this hour of the night?

"Rory? You awake?"

"I am now."

"Wanna see something? Come on. It's wild."

It didn't take much to persuade me. She motioned for silence and led me to the stairs. We stopped halfway down and crouched close to the banister, a metal filigree that offered a certain cover. It took a moment to get the vision in focus, and then I felt a twinge of nausea. In that now-familiar uniform, Hedwig was sagging back in a soft chair with her skirt up and her muscular thighs twitching. With that close-cropped auburn hair between them, the only thing worth noting on that rather awkward kneeling figure. No doubt Corinne was getting corrupted some more. Her bowed head was bobbing, and those bare thighs were bouncing and both their mouths were busy. One sucking, the other spouting; one serving, the other demanding service.