Guinevera looked away as the Marshal undid the bow at the top of her bustier and loosened the lace, thus loosening the hold the garment had on Miss Starr's body. The lacy material fell to her waist and Guinevera was about to remove it completely when the Marshal took her by the hips and sat her on his lap. She could feel the Marshal's member against her lower spine and tailbone as her back was reclined against his hairy chest.<br/><br/>Guinevera bit her lower lip and moaned as the Marshal's large hands handled her breasts, squeezing them hard. The Marshal was an animal and Miss Starr loved it. She imagined this moment like a married couple's honeymoon. Though she had not experienced any moment like it, she imagined the Marshal to be her husband, even though he clearly denied his affection towards her, and whatever she was doing as his wife's service to the husband. He momentarily buried his face in between her shoulder blades, a move that immediately got Guinevera attention and she wanted more of it. She wanted more of this true intimacy with a man such as the Marshal. The infatuation alone was enough to drive Guinevera at the same pace and intensity as the Marshal.<br/><br/>His hands wandered down south and struggled to remove the bustier completely from Guinevera body. She helped him by lifting her thighs and guiding the garment off her shapely legs. Now with both of them completely naked, Guinevera guided the Marshal large and warm hand in between her legs and closed her thighs against the ruggedness of his knuckles. She inhaled deep breaths as she felt the warmth transferring to her inner thighs.