She would not even mind a good seeing to from this young lord. The thought of it caused a stir in her belly, and a slight wetness in her pussy.“But ... don’t even know your name.” she said, suddenly.“Nor I yours, my lady.” The young man smiled, and pushed his shoulders back, standing proud. “I am the Count Von Barrovia, last heir to the Castle and lands of the Barrovian family.”Josephine kept a straight face. The Barrovian’s had died out centuries ago, everyone knew the tale. The last Count had. She wore the uniform that was specified for all the women from work who were invited a tight black miniskirt with black high heels and black nylon stalking. She avoided saying too much to the other girls since they believed her to be Ashley. The less attractive women were sent to the kitchen to cook dinner for the party’s guests; however Melody with her large bosom jiggling in her tight Lycra outfit was placed front and center for the men to enjoy. Her task was to walk around carrying a tray. "you have no idea" I replied. I stood up and stepped out of my pants and kicked off my shoes and socks. She remained on her knees watching me with one hand pinched her nipple and the other rubbed her soaking wet pussy. My cock couldn't wait any longer, I needed to be in her pussy right then. She must have known it to, she stuck out her tongue and licked the tip of my cock. Then said "do you have a condom?". I had one in my wallet and within moments she was searching my pants for it and got it. I needed to grab her and show her I could fuck her properly. But, nothing I could say or do would allow me that pleasure.Mistress sat at the foot of the bed and removed the nylon off one of her legs. Taking the material into her hands, she sniffed it briefly, and then playfully wiggled her toes above my stiff, desperate cock."I love the smell of nylon, don't you?" she mused, serious and calm. Her long leg stretched her foot forward, right to my face. "Make me wet, by making love to my foot,.