Her right hand was on her lap and I hoped the story was stimulating her. It was a further fifteen minutes before she appeared, looking quite flushed.T... give her chance to regain some composure I asked 'Was that porn?''No. There was an odd swear word in it but it seemed right for the context'.'Did it turn you on?' I asked simply.Julia now flushed bright red and did not answer.'Your face tells me that it did. I'm glad, which is what it's supposed to do. Did it offend you?''No. How could a lovely. 'When Carol said she'd get a Victorian maid, Inever realised it would be anything like you.'I gave a little curtsy Carol had shown me how. 'Thank you,master.''There was just one thing I want to check.' He was staring downat my boots, which were poking out from under my skirts. Iwondered whether I hadn't spent long enough polishing them to amirror-like surface. He bent down onto one knee, but instead oftouching my boot, he grasped the lowest hoop of my bustle andlifted it higher and higher,. He had come to the conclusion that his weakness for older women dressed in widow’s garb and still possessed of almost virginal tightness was a path designed by God for his spiritual evolvement and a true test of his carnal desires. He seldom spoke to the female receptacles of his heavenly fluids for fear of being drawn into some sort of conspiracy of concupiscence that would drain his physical form and endanger his soul for all eternity.Rowena had witnessed his systematically sublime seduction. Smiling inwardly she knew it was the nerves that had caused that. Tentatively he reached out and touched her hair. She knew he felt every person in the room was staring at him and she had sympathy for him. She felt her Master staring intently through the glass at her, burning holes as a magnifying glass would against the sun. Was he checking her technique, or watching her as she knelt in front of another man his cock in her hand and mouth?She felt embarrassed, but she knew this was only the.