A moist feeling spread down below and I could smell it. My nipples reacted as if it were a cold November night. I smiled as they poked through the thi... fabric. In all honesty, the dress was an excuse for what I would ordinarily call, clothing.I twisted the handle and to my surprise the door creaked open. I stepped inside; pushing the door close as I let my bum lean into it. I let my eyes adjust to the room’s lighting and I took in its contents.A soft virgin-white glow filled the room. The house. Kay went back to the bathroom and changed again and this time she worn only black lace see thru thong panties. I noticed her nipples were very hard and it almost looked like her pussy was already wet and drippy. Once again she modeled and bent over to show me her ass. Once again she left and came back wear another outfit. But this one was red and was nothing more than lace. I could see her tits, pussy and ass. As she spun around and bent over I started to slowly stroke my hard 6” cock. She. "I have an excellent cook and a splendid butler and the garden is looking more lovely by the day under the hand of good old Fitch. Also, I have decided to give work to that filthy beggar girl. One has one's duty to the less fortunate, does one not, to give them a helping hand?"There was a murmur of approval from the assembled ladies."I hope you have got her out of those stinking rags and given her a good clean down" offered Miss Parradine, the Chief Librarian and County Archivist."Oh, yes!. ', I carried on running. Ahead of me I could see the child wince, then stumble and fall.Catching up to it, I slowed, then held my hand out. 'We're friends. Are you okay? Is anyone else alright?'It was a young girl, maybe eight years old who looked up at me in terror, before seeing my concerned face. She hesitantly reached out to my hand, then jumped into my arms. Hugging her firmly, I sat and rocked back and forth as she cried until she finally fell asleep.The young girl refused to loosen her.