She, Francine, wanted to be the most wretched, the most despised. She wanted to be right at the bottom of the heap. She deliberately stumbled and allo...ed the parasol almost, though not quite, to fail to shade her Mistress. The whip struck her hard on the rump, several times, making her shriek. She felt that her own position as the lowliest of the low had been regained - for a time.Francine began to feel so thirsty that she began to pray for water - even a drop - to ease her agony, but the Lady. Because handsome he was, with his dark hair tied back and his white shirt straining over his broad shoulders. She dropped her eyes to his hips, and noticed the livery badge of her father embroidered there. Her livery badge now.He shifted uncomfortably on his feet as she stared, and she realised she had moved her eyes from his hips to the tight crotch of his trousers. Again she fought to keep the smile from her face, as she thought she saw the material twitch. Her stare was arousing him.She. So am I. A married man; not a woman. Ha ha. But you are so beautiful and impossible to resist. I can’t help myself” he moaned. My sari had got unraveled and I was now in my petticoat and blouse still pressed against the wall. His face moved to my breast and he kept it in the centre of my cleavage and pushed both my breasts against his face. He rubbed his face on my breasts and it felt wonderful. My blouse was a front opener and I could feel his fingers opening them. The next thing I knew my. Alexis could not help but again notice the damn things’ girth. Following his directive, she placed her lips on the side of the shaft, back near his balls, and ran them, along with her tongue, to the tip. He was leaking pre-cum, and it had a unique taste.Part of Alexishad to admit that the sound of his groan meant she had to have done something right, and part of her liked that. Alexis now worked the same thing back down the other side, then under and back up. Knowing she was having this effect.