Mistress Tamilla watched the new maid follow her request, almost too eagerly it seemed to the mistress of the house.  But she didn't care, her husband had fucked so many of these maids, so many peasant girls, why couldn't she get a little relief?  It wasn't like her husband had touched her even once since she'd gotten with child.  Her own hands mirrored the maids, cupping her own breast, squeezing it, pinching it through her own green silken gown.  Her gasps were a softer echo of the maid girl's, she was so aroused watching this.  It was like the time that she and her half cousin had hidden in the woods and played these naughty games when she had been younger.<br/><br/>She nodded as the maid panted out,<em>"...It, it's embarassing, with Mistress here - B, but somehow-"</em>She nodded her head,<strong>"Yes Asira, yes, with me here...."</strong><br/><br/>She watched the maid's red face as she bit her lip, watched the girl spread her leg and slowly pull her skirt up.<strong> "Oh my,"</strong>Tamilla breathed as she noticed the maid girl's bare pussy, free of panties, and already pink with arousal.  As Airsa began to stroke those inflamed lips, Tamilla could resist no longer, her hand sliding below the hem of her skirt, her fingers finding the fine silken panties beneath already growing moist.  She tried to mirror Arisa's movements, until the maid slipped a finger into her wetness.  She could see Arisa's lust trickling down her thighs and any doubts or fears that Tamilla felt then vanished in a haze of lustful need.  She was trembling and licked her own juices off her fingers.  She was right on the verge of orgasm.<br/><br/>Tamilla pulled her hand from her dress and commanded,<strong> "Stop."</strong><br/><br/>Standing up she reached for the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head, exposing her body to the maid, naked save her jewelry and green silken panties that were now damp where they touched her sex.  She moved to kneel in front of Arisa, her hands reaching out for the maid's exposed sex,<strong>"Let me do it.  Let me bring you to your bliss."</strong>She reached out towards the maid, her delicate fingers tracing the folds, caressing the hardened nub, before she slid two fingers into that warm wetness, her thumb moving up to stroke the maid's hard clit.<strong>"Come for your mistress?"</strong>she asked.  A question, a request, not a demand, as her fingers slid in and out of the maid's wetness, her thumb bumping the clit in rythm.  She smiled,<strong> "Then you can pleasure me."</strong>