The Ninth Earl's Whip was only to be used when the Girl deserved it and the two servants had to be satisfied with this. Her crucial transgression woul... be punished in a suitably ceremonial way, with the Girl being taken down to the cellars and chained facing the wall.They determined to pile ever more heavy burdens on the hated Girl and as soon as she failed in any task, their vigilant eyes would spot it and the Mistress would be immediately informed. The Mistress, too, was anxious not to miss. My dick is burning, I'm afraid to touch it.Then, I hear the weak sounds still coming from the pavilion. They are still doing it! When I focus, I can also hear them talking quietly. He tells something once in a few strokes. She gives short answers like, "Mmh," and, "Aha." I'm curious about their talk but I'm just too far to recognize it. So, I decide to get closer.However, doing it is not easy. I'm afraid to turn around. I just turn halfway through and stay there. My gaze traces along the coast. I started pressing her boobs freely now with out any hesitation. I started licking her naval area and kissing her tummy wildly. She was holding my hands which were busy in fondling her boobies then I started unhooking her blouse and in no time her blouse was lying on the floor. I was mesmerized when I saw the impression of her brown nipples in a white lacy bra; it was a feast of a life time. A young guy enjoying semi-naked beauty of a married lady much older than him, I started pressing her. This was the first time she had ever seen a woman's genitals close up. Her own were difficult to see — even with a mirror. She noticed the soft curves of Phoebe's legs leading to the delicate pouch formed by the joining of her outer lips. The dark cleft leading down from her pubic mound to her buttocks seemed like some sort of invitation — one she was finding both disturbing and hard to resist. And the delicate scent was really turning her on. It smelled similar to her own odor when she.