<br/>Lillian laps at the maid, quivering in helpless anger. The smell, the taste of the other woman is overwhelming - not in itself, but in what it means - being in a situation where such the unthinkable can be forced on her without any danger of reprisal on her part. She licks deeper as she buries her face between the other woman's legs, more to hide her tears and red face than because of the Agatha's insistent hand.