(Molineux has been very busy and so I haven't been able to use the computer for a long time. but here I am again. Oh, you wouldn't want to see me now - or perhaps you would; I'm really visibly pregnant now. There is a line running down my belly and my breasts look different. But they say that's only a temporary change. I do hope so. When Janine woke me that day I was still slim.)
That day when they'd eaten my pussy for a long time I had felt really curious if you could feel the blood throb in someone else's clit with your lips. I asked Molineux, and he said he thought you could, but he wasn't sure, because he always had too many sensations to attend to all at the same time; and he said his cock used to distract him a little.
Yes of course; it always distracts ME nooo end! But maybe that's not the point. Anyway, he looked at me and smiled a little, and he asked if I'd really liked to know? Maybe he could arrange something, he said. He would be off for business anyway.
I wondered if he was joking; but he's usually serious about his promises, so I thought, well, maybe I will find out.
Molineux left on a Thursday, and I felt a little alone. I always do when he's not there; it makes me feel all hollow inside. Molineux' mother and Mary Louise were away, too, so I had dinner all alone in the big dining-room. It spoilt my appetite; and I went to bed early. Janine had laid a simple nightdress ready for me. It was long and thin and transparent, and it had matching, thin panties. I felt sooo sexy wearing it, but there was no-one to share it with, so I might as well have worn cotton pyjamas, I thought. Molineux would not return until Sunday - three whole long nights. It felt like eternity.
I fell asleep almost immediately, and I slept like a log. I woke up when I felt someone move the hair from my face, very softly and tenderly, and when I opened my eyes I saw Janine's face close to mine. Good morning, my lady, she said with a smile. My lord asked me to keep you company for the time he's away.
Janine is a little older than I am, and I'd always seen her dressed very primly, with an apron and stuff, with simple make-up and a bun that made her look rather severe. Now she was wearing completely different make-up than usual, and her hair hung loose around her face, soft and shiny, and she didn't look severe at all. She looked quite lovely, actually, and her mouth almost made me drool; it was beautifully done in glossy, bright red lipstick.
She got up, and she stretched herself. I think my jaw must have dropped; she didn't wear her uniform but she wore some very sexy underthings, al lacy and smooth and slinky - a balconette bra, and a thong, and garter belt and stockings, all bright red. Her breasts were conical and they sat proudly on her bra and her nipples pointed my way and they were very large, and the front panel of her thong was completely diaphanous. She was clean-shaven, and I could see her pussy lips through it. She looked sooo sexy! Wow, I thought, I wouldn't mind her company for a couple of days.
She bent over me again and kissed me. It was a sort of butterfly kiss, very light and perfumed, and I drank in her eyes. They were beautiful and very bright, and she smiled as she kissed me, and she briefly ran her tongue along my lips. It made my lips tingle. Oooh, I thought, wow!
While she looked at me she felt for my pussy with her right hand. You're a little stubbly down there, she said, let's do something about that!
She stepped back and held out a hand and I took it and she led me into the bathroom. I suddenly felt how full my bladder was, so I went and saw to that first. Janine stood close by and watched as the yellow shower burbled into the porcelain bowl. Then she took some paper and dried my pussy.
Now, my lady, into the bath with you, she said.
I found the bath filled and ready for me; she obviously had prepared the morning well.
Janine took my nightdress and slipped it off my shoulders, and she briefly touched my breasts before she helped me out of my panties. Then I stepped into the bath. I sat down in the hot water, and then Janine lathered up a washcloth and started soaping me all over. She touched every part of my body, and she paid a lot of attention to my nipples and my clit. It was all very slithery and sexy!
When I was nice and clean again she produced a razor and shaving cream. She carefully shaved my pussy and my armpits, and she stroked my legs; but she decided that they were quite smooth enough.
She asked if she could make me up in a sexy way. Her treatment had me worked up so much already that I readily agreed, and she put me on the low stool and started on my face. I couldn't see what she was doing because she blocked my view, but I didn't mind. I had a wonderful view of her body in the sexy lingerie - her breasts were right in front of my eyes - and I could smell her perfume mixed with her own smell and mine, and I could look at her face while she worked on mine. She was smiling to herself, and when she paused for a moment to look at my face she smiled at me, and I started to feel very hot and bothered. She made me squirm; I was dripping! Oooh, it made me sooo horny!
She really took her time, but then she was ready at last. She curtsied and took my hand and led me to the mirror. Wow! I hardly recognised myself. My cheeks were pink and my eye shadow was a little pinkish, too, and my lips a glossy red like her own; and she had done my eyelashes so they looked very thick and appealing. I looked a little as if I was still in the throes of some strong orgasm.
I wish Molineux could see me like this, I said.
Janine smiled. He will, she said, and she showed me there was a camera running.
