My honeymoon was scheduled to last for about a month and we traveled to the estate of a friend of my husband. The estate was located in the foot hills...of the mountains to the north of our own estate. My wedding night was actually delayed two days while we traveled to the estate. We had arrived at mid-afternoon and so I had several hours for our own two maids to unpack our luggage for our stay. One of the maids was to become my personal maid and would become a dear friend over the many years. Trace said she would help and she wanted to visit the ladies again.The bar was packed so I went to the men’s, meeting Trace in the corridor as she came back out of the ladies and looking all sexy,“Can you manage that thing by yourself” she asked cheekily as her hand rubbed up the inside of my leg“I might have a struggle getting it out from down my leg, now”Someone was coming down the corridor and Trace let go of my leg“See you at the bar” she saidGetting served, she opened her bag and started. Ironically she went to Molly for advice on how to seduce a man but not be transparent. Molly delighted in giving advice, she knew Willow had never before taken any boy serious and was happy that the girl had come to her to learn how to capture a man’s attention. They began with physical appearance; hair, make-up, and clothing. Molly spent days with Willow teaching her how to apply cosmetics so the attractive features of her face were played up. Her eyes, brows and lips became subtly more. "Your fucking sounds, Violet, Christ." Pulling his soaked cock out of me and letting me down again he pointed to my room. "Go and get dressed. Now." My thighs were sticky, every now and then a new, hot tear froze me in my tracks as it made its way down my leg. Gabriel was finding it more amusing than I liked, sipping casually on his whiskey as too many of my female friends eyed him from afar.As soon as I'd made myself marginally presentable he'd reached under my tiny dress, rested a palm on my.