Sam whispered in my ear that she was getting frisky with several guys but kept coming back to him. The guys said they had to pee so Ashley and I both ...aughed that they should go together. They didn’t think it was funny and went off to find different toilets. I leaned into Ashley and said that we should go find some hot guys to kiss while the guys were gone. Pointing to her pussy she said, "Great, because all this kissing is getting me wet and horny." She then fell against me telling me that Sam. But that was impossible – the tingling warmth between her thighs was evidence that her climaxes had been real, and no sexy dream could have ever made her orgasm with such raw intensity.Sitting up, she saw still more evidence that what had happened had been real. Her shirt was draped around her shoulders, ripped clean in half in the front, and it was still wet. Her hair, too, was still quite damp, the dark curls pressed against her skin were as disheveled as she should feel at the moment. But. She considered what she must look like in his eyes: her dark hair long and tousled, her simple shift of white cotton strained over her breasts. She had tumbled from bed not half an hour before, roused by her maid's insistence that a man was riding towards the house. She had not bothered to dress. They never had visitors at the cottage, and when she had heard it was only one of her father's servants… Well. She had considered just getting back into bed and ignoring him.But she was glad she had. We moved into the big house the next day, and the following day began our new jobs.Crystal took me to the room in which I was to serve any ladies who wanted to feed me their piss and shit. As I looked through the small glass panel in the door, I could see three overweight German women in their early fifties, dressed in short black night-dresses. All had attractive faces, but with that stern expression many German women seem to have. I entered the room with some trepidation."Ah, here is our shit.