So I save and scrape together everything I can for a mask and a gown to hide both my identity and my body.I don’t expect him to recognize me, even t...ough I deliver his breakfast and afternoon tea most days. It’s the other servants I worry about.Because tonight, I will try to woo the king on the one night when he can walk among commoners.The only night I’ll ever be able to ask him to dance, to feel his hands on me. It’s all I can hope for, to know his touch before he is betrothed.I don’t know if. I put my hand in her legs and stretch so that I can lick her pussy easily. What a pussy she have. I was liking my sister salty pussy and pressing per boos from my other hand. I asked her to remove my cloth also and then she removed. Now we were nude and playing with each other.I kept her hand in my 7 inches tool and then she started to massaging my dick. She was saying that now stop Beta. I said no Didi now it is time to fuck you hard. Don’t stop me otherwise I will died and not able to control. I feel his hand moving to the other side of my hips, his fingers hooking around the other side of my underwear, another pull and a tear. My sound this time is lost in his mouth as I feel him pull my underwear away from me entirely. He moves my hands down to his pants, where I pull at his belt and the button and zipper on his cackies. I can feel his dick pushing through his boxers as I go to push his pants away. I get everything off of him and he sits back on his legs, pulling his shirt over his. I also see my lovely red hair cascading down my pretty face, my dress fitting against my body, shaped in subtle ways by my hips and bust. They are an impressive set of hips and bust too, but no matter how lovely they are on my wife and how erotic the sensations of my female form can be it is not one of those most precious of moments in my life now. I?d even say these parts were more precious when they were on my wife. I finish up helping the girls clean in the kitchen, then head on my way to go.