I cried out and felt the tears began to roll down my face again, this time through shame that I knew he was right. I was being raped and it was turnin... me on. Unceremoniously he thrust his hand between my legs and I cringed as he felt how wet Id become, proving him right. My clit was hard and throbbing and as his hand brushed over it I let out a tiny gasp of pleasure. Open your mouth he demanded, and was soon straddling me again, the head of his hard cock brushing my lips. I obeyed him at once. .." she said as she leaned down and unzipped my pants.She helped wiggle my shorts down and my cock sprang forth. She guided it to her hungry mouth. She sucked my dick with a rhythmic suction, massaging my balls with the same intensity. I allowed one hand to slip beneath her shorts. She was wearing no underwear. I started to stroke her hole with my finger. In my mind, I knew this was wrong somehow, but I was so turned on, I didn't care. She started to moan and I could feel her getting really. "We all try and do our bitto make life easier for everyone," he said. "It's not all sex." Wefinished and went to the lounge part. The lounge had six divan beds that servedas couches, arranged in a hexagon around a central table. "Looks likesomeone is to be disciplined tonight," Mickey whispered. Lady Patricia,I was told always to give her the full title although she wasn't really anaristocrat, stood in the centre. On the table lay what looked like a stoutrubber fly swatter or a table tennis bat. "Just tell me what to do Miss."When they finally sat down to dinner the two of them Magda had to tellLita a few more things, "This is highly irregular of course for themaid to sit down to eat dinner with her Mistress but we do it just fortonight that you still learn the ropes. As of tomorrow, you are goingto eat in the kitchen alone after you have served my dinner properly inthe dining room. Is that clear enough for you Lita?" Yes Miss Magda, it is," Lita answered feeling rather funny as he.