Heather smiled at the two young people the next morning as she swept into the parlor where they waited, both in clean but faded clothing.
"Good morning. I am Lady Heather Westbrook. You are?"
"Good mornin, ma'am," said the young man. "I am William Franklin, and this is my fiancΓ©e, Renee St. Claire."
"She is French, I assume," said Heather. The young lady smiled. "Oui," she said softly.
"She doesn't speak much English, milady, but she's a hard worker. As am I."
"Very well. William, you will work in the stables. Renee, you can work in the kitchen."
A few hours later, at dusk, Heather decided to take her horse, Blossom, out for a night ride. She dressers in her riding habit and headed for the stables.
Once in the stable, she heard what sounded like heavy breathing and inarticulate moans. She followed the sounds and found her two new servants fucking on the dirt floor!
"Well, well. How cozy," Heather said.
Both William and Renee jumped and Heather smiled as William's cock slipped from Renee's pussy. Renee hurriedly covered herself with her dress and William shielded his cock with his hands.
"Don't be embarrassed on my account," Heather said.
"We are so sorry, milady. It's just -- we were virgins and we couldn't wait much longer until our wedding. Renee and I have wanted to --"
"Fuck?" Heather supplied.