Workhouse to Bathhouse - Part 5 - slave girl sara
(My Fantasy Fiction)
Mr Jones was talking to a gentleman, saying sara was the youngest recruit and learning her craft, badly, he told her to strip and show her naughtiness marks, she had plenty.
She did as she was told and pinged her nipples hard as her toga went over her head.
He was an older gentleman, Mr. Jones made an excuse to leave the room as he led her by a nipple to the man.
He patted her tummy, commenting what a small skinny thing she was and how some of his men servants had bigger tits than her.
She was a little scared so an arm covered her tits as a hand cupped her bald pussy.
A spin round and 10 almighty hand whacks to the top of her legs so had her hands on her head.
She was spun back round to face the gentleman, he said how cries, sobs and tears would not save her and was told to remove his cock from his trousers.
She unbuttoned the two buttons on either side and the front flopped down, not the only thing to flop as his cock soon followed.
He was fascinated by her tiny breasts he stopped her kneeling down so he could play with them and grunted, wank me girl.
It was just like her first and second man wanking she had given the gentleman who gave her this great opportunity in life.
She recalled his instruction and soon had him spurting his cum onto the floor.
She had just put him away when Mr. Jones returned, sara was stood in a corner as the 2 men said their goodbyes.
sara was proud of herself she had obliged the 2 men and wondered if rewards were given.
The door slammed closed and Mr. Jones`s hand hit her bottom.
He was furious of the mess on his floor, he turned her round and pushed her to the serve position and she got him hard.
He tossed her onto all fours and he fucked her as she licked every drop of cum up.
She made her way down the corridor and back to the Gentry bath room and found the head girl.
She was just adding the soap flakes for her next client.
She told sara when she had finished with her client and he had lest, before emptying the water she could use it to freshen up.
sara was given that cubicle, she checked the number, 8, and walked towards the reception to collect her client.
She had no preconception of what she expected and would be grateful just for kindness.
Miss Wade called out, Cubicle 8, sara acknowledged with a hand up and, Me Miss Wade.
sara was told to show Mr. Cuthbert to her cubicle.
Mr. Cuthbert stood and walked towards her.
Instinctively sara looped her arm for Mr. Cuthbert to link into.
She said she did not want him slipping on the wet soapy floor.
Miss Wade made a note on her slip of paper nest to Mr. Cuthbert and sara`s name.
Once in their cubicle sara began to help Mr. Cuthbertson, he pointed, then timer little girl, the timer.
sara quickly turned it over, kissed his hand and thanked him.
So, Mr. Cuthbert sort of bucked the trend of the stereotypical 1920s Gentleman of being short, fat and in his 40/50s.
Mr. Cuthbert was in the lower age group and once stripped naked for his bath was a lean, clean and full of muscles gentleman with a fine cock to match his stature.