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yes… yes , sir …!’ she heard someone babble in the distance.
    Finally the big groom grunted. There was a short series of even harder thrusts as he growled obscenities, and Kitty felt him shudder as he climaxed, and at last the reaming ceased. Kitty was engulfed by conflicting emotions. An odd sense of disappointment mingled with the desperation of her own unfilled need, and fought against an ebb tide of relief. Not that she was given long to think about it. Mr Blackstock withdrew without ceremony, leaving Kitty gasping on the bale.
    â€˜All right boys, you can play with her for while, but mind, she has to be sent back in time to serve them dinner in the hall!’ the groom growled, picking up his glass of beer and wandering off towards the pump.
    A strong hand took hold of a hank of Kitty’s hair and hauled her up onto her knees. Blinking dazedly, she saw Dick sit on the bale in front of her. The boy was grinning and unbuttoning his breeches. Davy, who she realised must be kneeling behind her, relinquished his grip on her hair and reached around to take a double handful of her breasts.
    â€˜God, Dick, I ain’t ever felt anything so fine as these.’
    Kitty moaned as his rough hands clumsily squeezed her breasts.
    â€˜Aye, there are certain perks to this job, Davy-boy!’ Dick patted the maid’s hot cheek and she found herself looking into his laughing eyes.
    â€˜All right, easy, girl. You know how to suck this – I seen you do it.’
    He slapped his engorged cock against her face, smearing the tears that had run down her cheeks, before sliding it down with obvious intent. Kitty opened her lips tentatively and let him push his ruby cock-head into her warm mouth. As she did so, she felt the boy behind her press his hardness against her throbbing bottom. Her own desire was getting truly desperate now, but she dare not ask for what she needed. She took more of Dick’s stiff cock in her mouth and opened her legs invitingly, hoping against hope that the lout behind her would have the brains to take the hint.

Carrot and Stick
    It really was an outrage! To be treated like that, by such a horrid little tradesman. It really was too much! Amelia stroked her denuded mons as she fumed. Awful though the experience had been, she seemed unable to stop thinking about it. For all her shame and anger, her shaven sex fascinated her and she could not stop fondling herself. Amelia gently fingered her quim as she lay in the bath, experiencing a strange mixture of emotions from the sensation: part horror, part excitement, and part delight.
    After her own shaving, Amelia had watched Clara receive the same treatment, and the image had burnt itself into Amelia’s mind. Slowly, she licked her lips as she remembered the different elements of the scene: Clara’s slender limbs; the black straps brutal against the white of her silk stockings; the bound girl’s gurgling cries as Mr Catchpole worked with the shaving brush; the blonde fur being stripped away by the gleaming, relentless razor; the way the girl had whimpered at the touch of the cold steel. Amelia permitted herself a smile as she remembered her cousin’s paroxysms while the barber’s knowing hands had coaxed her into climax. The spectacle had almost made her own ordeal worthwhile.
    The door opened suddenly and Amelia raised her hands quickly to her breasts.
    â€˜Don’t think I don’t know what you were up to, Amelia,’ Jamie said, as he lounged in the entrance. ‘You just can’t keep those fingers from your sex, can you, you slut?’
    Amelia held her tongue but, to her chagrin, felt her cheeks redden.
    â€˜Aha,’ her tormentor said with a smile, ‘it looks like I was right.’
    Amelia silently cursed her traitorous face as he sauntered over to her.
    â€˜All right, you should be clean by now. Stand up.’
    Amelia stared at him, and at the whippy-looking yellow cane he held. Jamie