"I don't mind, occasionally," I replied. "You know that I've always puta skirt on to do the house work, a maid's uniform would suit me."I should expl...in that because of my 'hobby' we had decided not to employinside staff in the house, so I would be free to indulge myself withoutexposure. In return I had offered to do the cleaning and the laundry,and we each shared the cooking.What I didn't realise, when I agreed to it, was the uniform she wasreferring was the French maid's that I wore at the. I put both hands under my tits and started rubbing my fingers over them. I caught the nipples, both erect and one still wet from his saliva, and tugged, plumping them out even more. I started twisting them, feeling the fluids build up in my pussy. I kept on twisting one of them, squeezing and rolling the hard bump of flesh as hard as I could. The other hand wandered down my belly and traced lines around my slit. I forced one finger inside and pulled it back out, still never making contact with. "Please, mmmm, mmphhh." She could only utter one syllable before the noises started coming again.Highly curious as to what was going on, though she had an idea. Jean Granger peeked inside the room of her daughter.Fucking huge.She didn't notice her daughter's wide eyes, or that her nightdress was in shamble. Neither did she notice her weak protest, nor did she see those hands forcibly plunging her daughter's sweet little mouth down. But what she noticed was the thing her daughter was being. Smack! If I didn't know any better I would think that the whip was drawing blood, it hurt so bad. Though the pain was worse than any I had ever experienced, I remained still. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! One right on top of the other.At least half hit my poor clit, that finally went numb after about 3 and the rest on my pussy lips that now shine brighter than any flame.Once the assault was over grandfather put away the whip pleased with my control. I was in agony. I didn't even register in my.