Morgana's attention was drawn back to the courtyard, as the Scullery Maid's hourglass figure disappeared through a door into the Milking Room attached...to the stables.Morgana shifted uneasily as the sight of the Maid's ample curves caused the first pangs of a familiar ache deep inside her... she felt the first slow flow of wetness start the maddening friction of her pussy lips and clitoral hood that kept her in a state of arousal through most of her waking hours.She suddenly turned and strode. I cast my brown eyes at his frame, watching him change into his best jeans and a white button down, sliding over his body making me pulse with desire, his red blonde hair still mussed up from the day. Gathering me in his arms, he guides me to the car and opens the door. Ever the gentleman but I know what really lies behind his smoldering eyes, filled with lust, passion and love. Shutting the door with a tender push, he walks around to get in the driver’s seat, my eyes following him intently as. ‘I only did Waltz for one week, Belinda, and that was a while ago. That’s why I asked to come along to the beginners’ classes again. I want to learn to dance properly, I finished too early.’ ‘Well my dear, you’re welcome along tonight, and we’ll see how you remember. I don’t imagine you’ll have a problem at all with the steps tonight, I remember you as having talent.’ Stan groaned, inwardly. Was he the only one who didn’t find dance steps natural? Belinda turned to Anne, standing next to him,. It felt like a hug. I was so out of my mind with exhaustion and grief that I didn’t think anything of it. That was until whatever was hugging me started kissing my neck.“What the hell?!” I shouted, twitching away from whatever I had just felt on my neck. I put my hand to my neck. It was wet. I smelled the wet, it smelled like spit.“Hello?” I said, timidly. “Is anybody in here? Did someone just kiss my freaking neck?”That’s when I felt another kiss. This one was quick, a sneaky peck, a.