As their plane descended into Lyon's airport, Sara and Cynthia were almost as excited as they'd been a year ago, during their first visit. Once again, Aunt Matilda had paid for their trip. The two young women looked across the aisle and smiled at Dick and his mother, Jean. Those two people had never been to France before, and had their heads together, peering out of the airplane window, eager to look at the countryside below them.
It was fitting that Aunt Matilda had invited Dick and Jean along this time. After all, during the year, Dick had acted as a special plaything for Sara and Cynthia, as they learned more about and practiced the CFNM lifestyle to which they'd been introduced by Sara's aunt. Jean had also gotten more involved with Aunt Matilda's American CFNM group. She'd learned that she enjoyed ordering nude males around, and she didn't mind seeing her naked son obeying those other women.
Once they'd cleared customs, they found Aunt Matilda and her driver, Lyle, waiting for them. They hugged and kissed and exclaimed how good it was to be together again. Aunt Matilda gave Cynthia an especially warm welcome. Sara recalled how the two women had shared a bed and passion last year. It was obvious that the passage of time hadn't dampened their mutual ardor.
The arriving party didn't have to go to baggage claim, since as they had done during their previous trip, the two young women traveled lightly, bringing with them only a carry-on bag apiece. They'd explained to Jean how they preferred shopping for new clothes, which would also act as souvenirs, rather than dragging along their old clothes. Jean immediately saw the wisdom of this, and also limited herself to a single piece of carry-on luggage. It almost goes without saying that Dick only needed something similar, because it was expected that he'd spend a lot of his time not even wearing any clothes, unless they went out into public places.
Indeed, once they were settled into Aunt Matilda's town car, and began their drive through the city on the way home, Aunt Matilda smiled at Dick. "My dear boy," she said, "you're overdressed. Give me your clothes."
Dick was a little shocked that his stint of nudity was beginning so soon, especially since they were driving through the narrow streets of Lyons at that moment. But he knew better than to disobey. Blushing a pretty shade of pink, he disrobed. The women all watched with interest. Even though all four of them had seen him naked many, many times, they still hadn't tired of seeing his trim, muscular body come into view as his clothes came off.
Once he was fully nude, he turned his attention to the sights of this French city, and the visiting women also observed the many shops, fountains, plants and statues of this lovely place. Jean had never been outside the United States before, and seeing all the signs and notices in French brought home the reality of this new chapter in her life.
In deference to Dick's nudity, Aunt Matilda didn't have Lyle stop at the places that she'd taken Sara and Cynthia during their arrival the year before. She knew it would be best if they had a protein-rich break of their fast, to ward off the ill effects of jet lag, but her cook, Gable, had assured her that he'd have such a repast ready and warm when they arrived. So they drove straight home, after leaving the main streets of the city.
When they arrived, Cynthia and Sara were not surprised to see the house staff lined up, naked, on the steps of the house to greet their Mistress and her guests. They were delighted to see Durant, Chaucer, Gable, and the tall, dignified form of the butler, Spencer. "I swear, Auntie, Spencer has a true gift for pulling off public nudity with complete aplomb!" Sara stated. "You could learn a lot from him, Dick," she added, smiling. Dick's cheeks assumed a red stain, but he smiled in turn.
Stopping the car, Lyle got out, went around to assist the women in disembarking, and then stripped and joined the greeting line. Feeling devilish, Sara gave each man's cock a gentle shake as she greeted him - a rather kinky handshake. She turned to her aunt. "But where is Sophie, Auntie?"
"Oh, yes. You couldn't have known. Sophie finished her training and went back to Nantes. She's quite happy running her own group of males."
"If you get a chance, tell her that Cynthia and I remember her, and wish her well."
"I'll certainly do so, you sweet niece of mine," her aunt promised. But she leaned close to Sara's ear to whisper very quietly, "However, perhaps she'll pay us a visit for Jean's upcoming event."
Sara, knowing what that meant, winked conspiratorially. She remembered what she and Cynthia had done to become members of her aunt's French CFNM group, but had been sworn to secrecy.
Necessary introductions of the staff and their duties complete for Jean and Dick's benefit, Aunt Matilda ushered them all inside, to the dining room. "Dick," she said, catching his attention, "since this meal is to help prevent jet lag from making your mind fuzzy, you'll sit at the table with us. You don't have to help serve this meal."
"Thank you, Auntie," he replied as all the visitors took places around the table. As has been explained, she wasn't really Dick's aunt directly, since his mother, Jean, had married Matilda's brother. But she liked being called 'auntie' by him, and he owed her a lot, including his love and respect.
The visitors were presented with plates piled with eggs, bacon, and sausage. Gable had obviously consulted an English cookbook about breakfast, because he'd also included fried tomatoes and mushrooms. Thankfully, he'd omitted the beans - no one wanted noisy flatulence. As the American's consumed their food, Auntie repressed a shudder at eating such things for breakfast, and munched on her croissant as she drank her coffee. The others also had fresh, hot coffee, or tea, if they preferred. Each woman had a naked member of staff waiting on her personally. Dick had to serve himself, though.
After their repast, the travelers wanted to freshen up. Luckily, Aunt Matilda's grand manor house had enough bathrooms for each guest to have their own shower. Sara decided to have Chaucer bathe her, and suggested to Jean that she might like to have Lyle accompany her. Cynthia opted for the muscular Durant to shower with her, and Aunt Matilda graciously decided to help her 'nephew' Dick, get clean, even as he bathed her.
Being in charge, the women made certain that the men serving them were very thorough in getting them squeaky clean. They'd even consulted with each other ahead of time, and agreed on the general procedure that should be utilized. They were in no hurry. The shampooing of their hair, involving a soothing scalp massage, took over 15 minutes in and of itself. Next, a special facial cleanser recommended by Aunt Matilda was carefully applied to their face and neck.
The men soon learned that for some reason, the soap that they were using on the women's upper torso didn't seem to create enough lather to suit them. The man had to rub and rub, apply some more, and continue rubbing. Soon there was often so much lather that the women's breasts were completely hidden under it. But they still demanded more rubbing! Finally, each man learned, one by one, that what the woman really needed was for him to press his body firmly against her back, reach around, and knead her lovely globes vigorously, paying special attention to the bumpy area around each nipple. True, after a bit, the woman in question often shuddered and her knees buckled, causing the man serving her to have to hold her in a tight embrace until she regained control of her legs.
A brisk rubbing with a loofah until the woman's back glowed with health usually resulted in her purring. It was quite obvious that her buttocks required the same treatment. The women demanded that their thighs, legs and feet be lathered and rinsed before the men were directed to begin cleaning the more intimate areas of their female anatomy.
Their mounds and labia required lathering, also. However, the men were quite scrupulous in not allowing any possibly irritating soap to enter the vaginal passage. But they had to ascertain that that passage received attention and cleansing. The quandary was solved by the introduction of a pair of perfectly clean fingers deep into the passage, accompanied with the flushing action of warm water from a hand-held shower spray.
A soapy lather was permitted, nay demanded, in her anal passage. A slippery finger was used to begin the introduction of the lather. Then a second finger was added, and if it was the woman's preference, a third. Strangely enough, the women demanded that the men serving them press backward on the front of their body to counterbalance the pressure being applied into their anus. For some reason, the best way to apply this pressure seem to be pressing the man's palm over the woman's clit. Of course this had the side effect of making her knees weak again, causing yet another problem.
The solution turned out to be simple. The man knelt down on one knee, keeping the thigh of his other leg horizontal. The woman that he was serving could then sit across his thigh, with her butt hole freely available to his fingers. The vigorous lathering of that hole, along with the concomitant pressure against her clitoris resulted in some amazing vocalizations, amplified by their resonance against the wet shower walls! And for some reason, once her butt hole was rinsed perfectly clean, her vaginal passage required another cleansing spritz.
The final step was to apply conditioner into their hair for the required period of time and then gently rinsing it clean. If the women's eyes seemed a little out of focus at this point, that could be attributed to the aftereffects of the pleasures that they'd experienced during this bathing.