She cooked dinner most nights. She was as often in our family room or living room as she was in her own apartment. We were practically married to her....I wondered, in fact, if living with her appealed to Daphne for reasons other than being a nanny.“Terry,” Daphne said as she moved on my cock, nearing an eruption. She started squeezing and releasing rhythmically, a sure sign she was ready and a sure way to fire my release.“God, yes. I love you,” I panted as the pulses began. Daphne whined her. The Lady forced her hand forward as firmly as she could, driving her thumb into Carla’s arse and holding it there as her fingers once again explored the folds of her sex. “You dirty little lesbian,” she whispered in Carla’s ear as she expertly aroused her. “Only a wicked little dyke would enjoy this. Only a dyke would let me frig her bum.” “Oh, oh yes!” Carla moaned when she was released from the Maid’s kiss, and she thrust herself back on the Lady’s hand until she began to climax once again.. ........................................................At eleven o’clock precisely Maria was standing at the gate of the von Trapp mansion as she reached out with her slender finger to ring the bell she could feel the knot in her stomach tighten. The bell rang loudly which startled Maria and she felt her anus tighten. She didn’t feel quiet as confident as she did earlier. From a hidden door emerged Greta the pretty blonde maid who had been caned by the Captain on many occasions.Greta opened. He rang the bell, opening the door I smiled as he did. He introduced himself as I invited him in to the living room. I made him a drink to relax him (I do not drink) Sitting next to him as we chatted he became more at ease telling me his story. With my legs crossed My dress and petticoat hiked up just above my lower thigh so my garter straps and stocking tops showed. Wow you are so pretty he commented, Your so sweet I replied and leaned over kissing his cheek. His hand fell just above my knee.