“Hi” she said as knelt on the bed, pointing her ass in the air and allowing him a peak at her perfect full 38DD breasts. “Hi” he replied. “... like the gown. Is it new?” “Yes, specially purchased for tonight.” She said. “Do you like the panties too?” He looked and saw the black silky g-string cupping her pussy like he wanted too. The outline of her body began to make his manhood swell and there was no way to keep this from her. “I can see you like. You have something for me in there?” She. That way her fat knockers got squashed as flat as they would go, so their air drag was kept to a minimum. To avoid any embarrassing poking nipples, she usually wore a set of white, non-sexy pasties over them. She fished inside her bag for those essential accessories. After a bit of searching she groaned annoyed and turned the thing inside out, desperately searching for the modesty-saving stickers but they were nowhere to be found. "Just so typical," she fumed, "If things go wrong they do. My name is Hope.”The little maid looked down at her, expressionless. Hope persisted. “Where is my room Miss Tillie?”Tillie gave me an ever so slight nod, and with a look, I supposed, of resignation she led us up the stairs to the east wing.I glanced around, Father’s opulent tastes were evident everywhere. Thick rugs covered the floors, and heavily embroidered tapestries hung over every inch of the walls.Tillie showed us to adjoining rooms. She had obviously been expecting us to arrive as she. Instincts warred inside of her. One was to draw back, she knew that pain awaited her down this path. But the fear was overcome with the aching need to feel this man inside of her. She arched up again, this time she could feel the burning fullness as the head fully breached her. She bite down at the uncomfortable fullness. ‘Zane,’ she whimpered. ‘Oh fuck that feels so damned good,’ his hips made slow circles that stretched her. Pain and pleasure melded together. ‘Are you safe, baby?’ he asked.