No!" she cried. "Then, what were you thinking about? Your nostrils were flaring, and I could practically smell your pussy; you were so aroused," he p...obed. "I...I was...was thinking about...when my old school master had to spank me," she whispered. Lucas sat back. Grinning devilishly, he figured how this little secret could work in both their favors. She apparently enjoyed spankings, and he owed James a favor for bringing him those cigars. James, a local lawyer, had been friends with Lucas. Similarly the older widows who were still attractive were too old to expect to find a suitable husband.Hilda, The cook had been in the service of the von Trapps for many years .She was 48 but still an attractive woman with a comparatively slim frame but quiet a large bottom which the Baron found strangely erotic.Hilda had “serviced” the Baron on several occasions since the death of his beloved wife and if the truth be told even before.In the huge kitchens below stairs Hilda was working hard. “He massaged my inner thigh as well,” Christy said excitedly, “He pulled the towel up a little further and, it must have been halfway over my cheeks because I could feel the coldness on my cheeks.”“He saw your ass?” I panted.“Only some of it, the towel was still covering half of my ass,” Christy explained, “Then he moved his hands up the towel and massaged my cheeks!”“He touched your ass?” I stuttered.“He massaged my cheeks and he kept asking if I were okay; I kept telling him that I felt. You slip it inside you and begin to ride. I grab your hips and guide you as you rock back and forth. The way you feel wrapped around me is exquisite. I know it isn’t long before I start to feel my own orgasm building. I tell you as I begin exploding deep inside you. You have the most devilish smile on your face as I feel you convulse around me, both of us releasing simultaneously. Once we are both spent, you collapse down on me, your head resting gently on my chest. As we lie there your hand.