All she saw was perfection, the beautiful female body she had wanted all her life. She cupped a pert breast in one hand, gently thumbing the nipple er...ct. It felt wonderful. She was tempted to go further, and slid her hand down to her crotch before deciding otherwise. No, there were other things she wanted to explore first.Opening one of the drawers on what was obviously her side of the bed, she pulled out the lingerie it contained, examining this with great deliberation before deciding what. “Oh, gods,” the mage groaned. “Your father will be wroth if he learns about this.”“Learns about what?” I asked, my hands seizing Greta’s body, roaming her naked flesh, feeling my bedmaid shudder beneath my touch. “Wanting to help him?”“You think this is helping him?” the mage said, voice strangled. “Coming into my bedchamber? He...”“Loves me?” I asked. “He does. And that’s the problem.” My hands cupped Greta’s round breasts, kneading them. The mage’s eyes fixed on those plump melons, watching. Gingers hands rested on her hips, “now shall I pull them off or shall you pull them off he mused in her ear, once they are off you will be naked for me, think about me fucking your arse,” he said. Horrible images appeared in her head of him abusing her, of his large dick pushing up her anus. Janice was again screaming in her head “NO, NO” she tried to beg him not to do it but no sound came out of her mouth.“You, you take them off, you can have the pleasure of revealing yourself.” Ginger. She's a gorgeous woman, a successful woman, mid 40's, wonderful curves, shoulder length dirty blonde hair, a face that seems to have only gotten more beautiful with age, capable of big joyous smiles and intense seriousness. Right now her eyes stare deeply into yours as her fingers rub furiously at yourself. "What would you do to my body?" She asks."Your body would be put to complete use." You begin, "Every hole would be filled, fully and frequently, by myself and anyone else who I deem worthy..