<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/rqsw3fw.jpg)</div><br/>Mistress Tamilla was pleased how quickly the maid came, and so forcefully as well!  She kept her fingers inside the maid's smooth sex, lightly moving them in and out even as her wet walls clamped down around her fingers.  She remembered the way that her half cousin had liked it, and those carnal games they had played came back to her now.  Light movements at the moment of her peak, soft touches so as not to overwhelm, but to extend the golden orgasmic glow, until it was well and fully through, neither withdrawing nor forcing too much.  She watched the maid's face, her own lust burning hot now as she watched that beautiful face contort in pleasure.  She watched the maid writhe and scream out.  In that moment she knew she should care if someone heard her, but the steward was gone for the night, most of the staff would be in their bunkhouse out back, and her husband was likely in his book lined study.  She felt it was not worth clamping a hand over the maid's mouth.<br/><br/>Besides, she thought, it would serve her husband right to learn that she'd been toying with the maids for a change.  She'd even caught him mid thrust into a maid or peasant girl more than one time.  Maybe he would understand how it hurt her to see his wife in a carnal act with another for a change.  That thought, the feeling of revenge mixed with her lusts and made her feel even more powerful, more aroused.  She needed her own release now.  But she waited, waited for the maid's breathing to come under control before slowly withdrawing her fingers and giving that damp mons a light pat.  Then standing she would lick her fingers clean, feeling the deviant delight in such an act before lowering her sopping wet panties to the ground and stepping back.<strong> "Now,"</strong>she said,<strong>"When you are ready, I think it is my turn, do you not agree?"</strong><br/><br/>She sat down in the rocking chair, with her bottom on the edge and ran her hands over her small pert breasts, her stomach which still felt flat for now, and down to her thighs, spreading them.  Her smooth slit was damp with arousal, the petals of her sex already open and needy.  She licked her lips and motioned for the maid to come and pleasure her.