"Flo" as she was called had been well trained in the art of oral pleasure, and also obedience. She wasted no time in following the Housekeeper's orders.<br/><br/>Spreading the cotton cloth delicately apart with both hands, she leaned forward and licked the Housekeeper's inner petals, stimulating them to their fullest sensitivity with her light lapping. The tip of her tongue flicked back and forth skillfully over the "rosebud", then returned to tracing along the Housekeeper's labia. When she was satisfied that these soft lips were as swollen with pleasure as they could get, she started to service the red-haired pussy in earnest, licking harder and faster.<br/><br/>She pressed her face enthusiastically against the Housekeeper's flower of womanhood, which was now sweet with nectar. Her nose nudged the woman in her sensitive spot while she continued to devour her pussy, going deep now into it with her tongue, sucking on the swollen lips, tonguing it firmly.<br/><br/>A faint sound betrayed that the Housekeeper was feeling pleasure, and Charity felt her own womanly parts grow moist in response. She moaned lustily against Mrs. Hemlock's pussy, letting the woman feel it. She did so love to be of use... especially to such an impressive lady. To the slaves below stairs, Mrs. Hemlock was like a god, the cruel mistress of their fates. Charity rocked forward on her knees and continued her heartfelt communion, devouring the pussy of her goddess.