Chapter 89 – 8. Sabbath (9)
Dinner, which can be said to be the center of Gallic food culture, is characterized by its relaxed nature.
A meal in a form specialized only for tasting the prepared food and a moderate amount of cooking over a long period of time is, so to speak, a solemn ceremony. It can be said to be a religious event held by those who seek the ultimate in beauty.
In that sense, the dinner prepared for the baron was at its peak at this moment. The wife’s hand massage with bizarre words, the face of the rebellious housemaid as an appetizer, the kiss of a woman looking only at me, the ejaculation maid as an aperitif, and the lofty wife and arrogant maid’s mouth-watering service as an appetizer.
So what was left was the main course and dessert.
“I asked Lucienne. If I had to offer one person to me, you or Oriane, who would you choose?”
Rom, who was lucky enough to squeeze Françoise’s milk out of her, spat while clearing her throat. As if she would stay that way until her order her was given, she did so to Oriane, who was on her knees, soaking up her cum and her saliva.
“Then they picked you two days in a row.”
The baron, who was also a first-generation knight, was not only superior in strength. He held and touched my breast gently, and he also had a tongue as cunning as a poisonous snake. The maid, who glanced at her grinning face her over her statuesque, muscle-covered body her, listened as she continued.
“What a bad kid. It’s like I can never give up on the desire to rape her real mother even though I lost my lover through my own fault.”
“What do you want to say?”
“Remember the answer you gave me earlier when I asked what my purpose was?”
Remember The maid, who had been groaning with lukewarm pleasure from the caress of her breasts her, nodded. She was thrilled and tried to ignore the pleasant touch of hers that ran down her spine as she recalled what had happened. Even though it was only three days ago.
“The wife, the young lady, and the maid…”
“Almost all knights live their lives without forgetting that they are Eunwon. Everyone considers those two things important rather than just articles.”
Rom spat again at Oriane. Rather than trying to humiliate her, it was more of her behavior to show her that she cared about her and didn’t forget her while they were talking. The frontier woman, who was trying hard not to spill a mixture of thick cum and even the saliva of the three of them, let out a bashful eye smile.
“Of course, each person has a little difference in which side they put more weight on. If I’m going to talk about myself right now, I think grace is more important than resentment. In the same vein, even her wife her, who had a love-hate relationship, can affirm that she is still in love.”
“Miss Lucienne said something similar. They said that when they looked into their parents through fortune-telling, they seemed to have been husband and wife in their past lives. As you may not know, the young lady is a very good mystic. So I don’t understand any more. If you really had a relationship with him that you were married to, why are you doing this…”
“Sometimes things speak louder than words. I’m remembering a time you and Lucienne never knew. From that I know how precarious the woman who was my wife was, and how kind you were, her maid.”
Françoise was confused. It was because of the somewhat inappropriate conversation they would have during her broken relationship.
“A maid who is loyal to my lady will not come over with just a few words like this. But be aware. Your surrender will never ruin you. It’s just a fresh start. The bitch in front of you knew that too and she chose this future without hesitation.”
It was still a difficult answer to solve the rapidly rising curiosity.
“In other words, it’s okay to get excited. The more you behave, the more rewards you’ll love. I don’t even consider it a betrayal. Because the girl you cherish so much betrayed your trust first.”
Still, Françoise realized. Somehow I wiggled his fingers in a strange feeling, but in the end I understood. The reason he told himself all this was because he didn’t want to be disgusted with himself because he was disappointed in himself.
Even if it doesn’t help at all in taming me.
He was obviously caring for his wife, young lady, and maid.
“Okay, the rubbish ends here. Our cute fucking housemaid should also go back to her original place her. Because the tasting is over. If you listen well, I will give you a reward for liking it again.”
Saddam was over. Rom, who let go of her heart-kneaded breasts her, pointed to the seat next to Oriane. She was an unspoken signal to go where she had to go back. And despite such caution, Françoise, who was pondering something, asked in a somewhat different voice.
“Then, master…”
My first impression was that it was just rude. The next time he was reunited, he was a mean and filthy man. However, after passing through all those impressions and reaching today, he was finally the owner. He felt he deserved it.
“I will continue to be loyal to you, so if you listen carefully…”
“Can you have a special experience like you did a moment ago?”
Even maids have desires. As much as she loves her mistress, she dreams of reversing her relationship from time to time. It would be the victim who prefers it more, but at the moment when resentment accumulates like this, a place to pour out anger is also desperately needed.
“Are you talking about the hostess or the lady?”
Rom was fed up. Realizing what Françoise was unable to say, he winked at Orianne, who had been looking at them all along. I asked her as she flicked her tongue, revealing her uvula in her red mouth after making her swallow it with a gulp, which she had been holding in her mouth for so long that she bubbled one after another.
“It’s Orian.”
“Yes, Mr. West.”
“Can you answer me instead?”
Her quick-witted change her Mrs. Baek shook her head with a lecherous smile. She straightened her slightly sweaty, golden hair, looked up at her maid as she sat on her bed, making a heart on her lower belly her, and spat.
“Um, Madame Francoise?”
“Oh… !”
I was thrilled with an indescribable sense of immorality. It really felt like my uterus was rumbling.
“You’ve been through a lot because of my ugly daughter, haven’t you?”
She was a woman whom he respected all his life. It’s not once or twice that she looked at me with longing, wondering how she could have such an elegant existence. However, the owner, who was like an idol, is now calling herself a mistress with the relationship reversed.
“I, the mother, will serve you with love and apologize…”
Like her maid her, she speaks as if apologizing on behalf of the lady who dominated her temple her.
“If there is something you want to do, you can do it.”
The stone-hard Françoise did not know what to do and put on a dazed expression. Her Rom her, who was looking at her with a smile, fanned her side her slightly as if to help her.
“If you can’t think of anything, slap me like this.”
Damn! Oriane slapped her head high enough to make her head spin, and he gave her a look. The next time, as if to ask you to do it yourself, I made her maid, who couldn’t keep up with the sudden change of circumstances, raise her hand.
Eventually, wow!
“Yeah, ah…”
“Are you sure you feel it?”
Damn! Damn again!
“Whoop, whoop, whoop…”
“It’s good to wear.”
“This, erratic bitch… !”
Despite her blushing cheeks her, her crying her made me face her with a bright smile and a happy face. Hearing the words she uttered as if praising her with her pretty lips, I was deeply moved.
“Thank you for beating Oriane, the naughty bitch, madam…”
Was the reward really that sweet? Françoise unconsciously put her hand between my crotch. She was soggy and gooey, and she closed her eyes tightly, feeling herself shaken from there. She felt a desire to enjoy her ecstasy her for a little longer, as if she would become addicted at any moment.
“It was something like this…”
Oriane would have been the same. I couldn’t forget this feeling, so even a humiliated mother who was slapped on the cheek by a lowly maid like me would have been happy. In fact, she went beyond such a price and came to regard her obedience to her itself as the reason for her life to her, but it was.
“That’s how it is.”
Françoise presumed that.
“So what are you going to do?”
Rom asked calmly. Even after that, the maid, who could not get out of her mental pleasure and the lingering aftertaste her, finally regained her reason after a long time and realized where she was supposed to be.
“I’m sorry, my master…”
With the thrill of his tingling hands her from slapping his cheeks her, he found a reason to obey and opened the tightly closed door.
“I want to enjoy it too…”
The door of the heart.
“Yes, then come over here.”
It was the moment of capture. Golden hair and auburn hair stood side by side. She passed the boring time away, and each of them was prepared to fall even further than now, each with their own motivation for her.
And the baron, who was really enjoying the process, looked down with satisfaction at his two cute females from the bed.
“Are there leftovers for main courses and desserts?”
“Yes, West.”
Oriane replied with a smile. At the same time as the maid, whose demeanor had now changed to a more active one, he spat out her, keeping pace with her with consideration for Françoise, who was slowly beginning to bloom.
“By the way, which would you like to taste, a lovely maid of honor or a loyal maid of honor?”
So, we presented an option worthy of the name main course.
“Is it possible to taste both?”
“Of course, of course…”
Just like choosing a meat dish or a fish dish.
“The two of us exist for the West…”
