" I said, this time looking across at her bare hip, showing a butterfly tattoo exposed as her dress was hitched up under the seatbelt, which she didn'... seem to be concerned about. That tattoo fascinated me it was sexy but subtle and further excited my cock. "That's great, if you want why don't you come in and have a coffee before your next fare. Sorry about saying that about Rob, I just get so frustrated he doesn't understand how difficult it is for me and hasn't fucked me since the accident."I. I learned my duties from Jenkins and did my utmost to fulfill them. I was somewhat surprised by the number of ladies who occupied rooms throughout the upper storeys of the house and the number of ladies who visited Mistress Pickles. I made no enquiry and kept myself to myself. On the Friday evening I was instructed to retire early to my room and not leave it unless instructed. This was a pattern that was maintained over the ensuing years, for I served her for 4 years in that capacity, attending. No time for that. I swallow my tears down and will a mirror to appear before me.Cracking and wind-chimes sound as iron grows out of the wall, framing the polished silver and glass mirror which obediently shows me my naked reflection. Sitting down and staring into the mirror, a chocolate coloured heart shaped face stares back. Rich brown eyes glint in the red glow of the cave; freckles pepper flushed cheeks and dot a button nose and full, well-shaped, dark pink lips are set in a frown of fierce. Your fingers thrust into my pussy, your thumb into my ass."How many?" Two," I respond.I feel the end of the crop caressing between my buttocks, as your fingers fuck me. The urge to cum over your fingers has my hips wriggling, but you withdraw, leaving me feeling bereft. A thwack as the third one lands on the other cheek. It was harder than the previous ones and brings tears to my eyes."Three."I hear you move, the sound of a drawer opening. Cool firmness pushed into my pussy, the smaller end of.