Eventually, the key turned in the kitchen back door. Like all slaves, Beth is forbidden to use the main, front door.Beth pushed open the door and walk...d in. She looked startled to see me sitting there.“Sorry I'm late. I was waiting for the rain to stop,” she said. She had a little spray of flowers behind one ear and was carrying a covered basket. She brushed some droplets off her dress.“Where have you been?” I asked, careful to keep my voice neutral.“Over at Senhor Bartro's mansio. Their cook. Alicia was her wide-eyed self, nodding all the time. Gina saw that her right hand was inside her blouse, moving.Then the woman suddenly rose, taking Alicia's hand and leading her to the private rooms. The girl stumbled twice on the stairs and had to be held carefully to scale the steps. Gina muttered an excuse and rose too, following them. She was just in time to see a door close, down the hallway.She opened the door less than an inch. The room was gloomy. A trickle of indirect light washed. Good girl. Do it!' It was too much, so I tried to get off, but she just moved me onto the floor. 'This is what you want, isn't it?' She said, as she pinned my head down with her left hand and her right hand started pumping in and out of me, 'Just like a dirty whore, getting used. I bet you wish this was a cock that would breed you, eh?'Yes Mistress, breed me!' I cried. 'Yeah! You take it. Take that cock,' She said, and with one final stroke against my prostate I fired clear milk onto the floor.. Usually, she would have taken the time to tease herself, but time was of the essence, so she got straight to work. Spreading her labia with one hand, she slid two fingers from the other hand into her soaking wet poon. Oh god! she moaned as she felt her digits slither all the way up her virgin cunt. Not wasting a second, she started darting her fingers in and out of her. The arousal that coursed through her veins started to rise as she pictured Candy stroking her body. The more she thought of.