The servant behind her, whose plump breasts pressed against Karen's back, thrust her tongue into the writer's ear as if trying to fuck it.  Her fingers danced on Karen's belly, drifted down to tug gently at her pubic hair.<br/><br/>The other young woman pinched both of Karen's nipples, twisted them a little, tugged.<br/><br/>"I wish I could watch Her Majesty claim you," she breathed.  "You will make such a wonderful consort!"<br/><br/>With a mutual sigh, the pair let go and disengaged, leaving Karen frustrated and aching, unsatisfied at last.<br/><br/>"But it is not for us to play with you," they admitted shyly.  "Our Lady will have that honor tonight."