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assumed he had already barricaded himself in his suite and was working on suitably worded explanations for the morning.
    "You're still angry, then, Madam?" Jennifer asked shyly.
    "You slept with my brother!" Mary snapped. She did not look at her...friend? Servant? Lover? She was not sure how to think of Jennifer, exactly. Figuring out their new relationship had been hard enough without added complications!
    Mary also did not voice her deeper concern: that coming home from a s lightly strained dinner with a countess to find Jennifer astride Jack's cock, tits bouncing and face stained with white strands of seed, had left a highly erotic picture in her mind. The young noblewoman fidgeted beneath her sheets and tried to keep her face stern.
    A hint of color flushed Jennifer's cheeks. "Well," she said, "yes. I mean...yes. I did." She held a fist up to her mouth and coughed delicately into it. "Actually, I had a lot of fun doing it. He's very good-looking, you know. And his cock works just fine."
    "I could see that, thank you!" Mary snapped. Her face colored too, joining Jennifer's in its light flush. "It worked all over your face, by the look of it, and in your -- your pussy, too, and no wonder you needed a second bath!" She squirmed, trying not to think about the thick white stains she'd seen dripping down Jennifer's face. Or about how delicious the redhead had looked, straddling Jack and tossing her head (and her chest) back and forth with wild abandon...
    Unwinding the towel from her hair, Jennifer hung it on the doorknob. She shook her wet red curls out. After a moment of hesitation, she untied the front of her robe and slipped out of that, too, stepping naked toward the bed.
    Mary looked despite herself. She had seen her maid naked many times during their travels, but her mind had only recently opened up to the possibility that it could be an erotic experience. She was amazed at how long she had managed to miss Jennifer's raw, sexual attractiveness. The redhead still looked delicious, despite Mary's ire: lithe and curvaceous, with a narrow waist between her soft bosom and her broad, heart-shaped hips. A tuft of flame-colored hair, neatly trimmed, drew the eye straight down to her crotch. Repeated exposure had not made Mary immune to the effect.
    "Can I get in bed?" Jennifer asked meekly, hugging herself and shivering. Mary sniffed, but nodded. Jennifer looked both cold and helpless, with her wet hair and dripping skin...which was doubtless a deliberate effect, knowing the sly maid.
    Damp skin cuddled up against Mary's forbidding garments as Jennifer slipped under the sheets. The naked woman snuggled shamelessly. She nuzzled her head into the crook of Mary's arm and slithered up alongside Mary. Their bosoms squished together, leaving a wet spot on the side of Mary's nightshirt.
    "Jennifer..." Mary said with an irritated sigh. She got a gentle squeeze on her boob in reply.
    Mary glared down at her maid -- and blushed, noticing the painfully obvious bump of her nipple as it tented the loose nightshirt outward. Glowering, she fluffed the blousy fabric until it hid the sensitive swell. "Jennifer!" she repeated. "I'm still angry at you, you know."
    Somehow, Jennifer's hands had started running up and down the curve of Mary's thigh. Fingers slipped underneath the hem of her nightshirt, pushing it upward, and stroked at the linen drawers beneath. "I know you are!" Jennifer said earnestly. "And I'm sorry, I really am." Her fingertip wiggled, flicking down into the cleft between Mary's thighs and making the cloth there shift and flutter. "Isn't there anything I can do to make it up to you...?"
    Her voice was a sultry purr, promising a very specific sort of "making up." Even Mary -- proper though she had been, until Jennifer's seduction the night of the wine bottle escapade -- knew an invitation when she heard one. She frowned and clenched her thighs together, hard enough to trap Jennifer's finger, and the maid gave a startled