<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82889.msg3662380#msg3662380">Quote from: Haibane on 21-09-2010, 13:28:01</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Out from under there, child,"</strong> I said, my tone now more relaxed. <strong>"Good girl. If you find yourself with any spare time in future, come to my office, you can spend it under my desk. You will find time spent licking my cunny far more profitable than stitching together old rag tag dresses."</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Charity licked her lips, then wiped her mouth clean with the back of her hand. She emerged from under Mrs. Hemlock's skirts, her face pleasantly flushed from the enjoyable exercise. Being on her knees, bringing such pleasure to another with her mouth, made her feel... powerful. She didn't understand it herself, but there it was.<br/><br/>"I will surely do so," Charity said demurely, to the Housekeeper's instruction. "Now that you have given me invitation, I will come into your office if I am idle... to do some cleaning in your most treasured area." She smiled, letting the Housekeeper see how much she had enjoyed bringing her pleasure.<br/><br/>In a way, Charity did have some control; her tongue recommended her in more ways than one. She could often turn situations to her advantage. Why, take the green dress, for instance - she had worn it so that someone might notice and indulge her in the sexual play she craved. And in a way, that was just what had happened. She best liked wearing pretty clothes or underthings, but naked was also pleasant.<br/><br/>She cast a quick eye around the parlor. "I am done hanging the greenery. Shall I see if the grooms need help in the stables?" Some of her favorite moments were those spent brushing the horses and combing their manes, in meditative rhythm. ...And maybe she could sneak into the kennels on her way back and find a willing cock to swallow into her dripping cunny.<br/><br/>Then she thought of something else, and asked hesitantly, "Oh - and might I be permitted to wear clothing when outside, or shoes at the very least? The snow is quite thick on the grounds." She waited anxiously on the answer - it depended on how angry Mrs. Hemlock still was about the dress.