” The master called one of the maid servants to the table. She was a small brunette with curls, dressed in a black and white maid outfit, the only t...ing that denoted her place as a fellow Club Gomorrah Servant was that her outfit was missing a chest section, leaving her large breasts exposed for all to see.She curtseyed before us. “Oui (Yes) Master.” She was a quiet, soft spoken little thing with a french accent. The master proceeded to order a fluffy scrambled egg and toast with a cup of black. So everyone was busy getting our gear in. We had planned spending a week before school started, so had brought quite a bit of everything as it was a fair drive to a store.It took about an hour to get unloaded and the lights lit. By then the cabin was nice and warm, as we had gotten a big supply of wood in the last time we were up here. So we wouldn't have to worry about that. Dad had fired up a gas light, so there was plenty of light to see by. The cabin wasn't real big, but had a couple. Before I could change my mind I bought my train tickets and booked the hotel.The time came round scarily fast for an inexperienced girl who was all but a virgin. I travelled the five hours down there by train on the Monday and booked into the hotel. I texted to tell him I was there, had a shower, put on the hotel dressing gown - and there was a knock at the door!I opened the door and there was Jon. To relieve any initial awkwardness I wound my arms round him and kissed him deeply. He. She licked into the seam of my mouth. It was as if she was trying to climb inside of my mouth and devour me from the inside. I couldn’t breath, couldn’t think as she kissed me. My vision was swirling and my nerves were on fire and my knees gave out so that the only thing keeping me upright was her hands. Jennifer broke the kiss and I gasped for air. She pulled me to her so that we were pressed close as two people could be with all their clothes on. Her hands were strong and I felt so vulnerable.