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maid's pussy with a fingertip. His hand sank easily into the wet cleft, and Jennifer moaned; Jack chuckled and wriggled his finger back and forth. Soft flesh squelched with his movements.
    "Naughty minx," he teased. "You like that? You like having your mistress spank you?"
    "Yes, Mr. Smythe," Jennifer moaned eagerly. "She feels so good! I'm a naughty maid...I love being spanked for being bad!" Her bottom was turning quite red, and Mary hesitated, unsure of how far she should go. Jack gave a reassuring nod and slid his hand free, the first finger gleaming with Jennifer's wetness.
    "I think she's had enough," he said. "Now Jennifer, I want my sister out of those undergarments this instant, d'you hear me? No, don' t take her upstairs," he added as Jennifer rose hastily off his lap and reached for Mary's hand. "Strip her down right here. Her dress too. Let me see her in the light."
    Mary blushed and folded her hands shyly across her chest. The kitchen felt very exposed, suddenly, although the only windows were above the stove and set much too high for anyone to peep in through. She gave a shy little squeal as Jennifer moved behind her and began unlacing her corset, allowing the noblewoman's big, soft breasts to sag slightly on her chest. Jack smiled admiringly as they moved and shifted beneath Mary's shirt.
    "She has nice fine, ripe titties, doesn't she sir?" Jennifer said, reaching around to squeeze Mary's breasts lightly and begin unbuttoning her shirt. Hands pulled and twisted to slide Mary out of her dress, leaving her in the half-opened shirt and her petticoats, which Jennifer quickly went to work on as well.
    Jack shed his riding coat as he watched them, still seated in his shirt and trousers. He unlaced enough of his shirt to show a broad vee of chest and curled black hairs. "Yes," he agreed, nodding, "Mo's quite a grown woman now. I'm glad you brought her to my attention, Jenny. She was quite ready for a fucking."
    Blushing furiously, Mary smiled at her brother. "Thank you Jack," she whispered shyly. Trying to find the right words, she stammered, "I -- I like it when you talk about me that way, if I may say so." Her blush deepened. "When you...when you say you want to fuck me, and things. It makes me feel nice." She squirmed, aware of a melting heat gathering between her thighs. "Thank you, Jack."
    Jennifer's nimble hands finished removing Mary's petticoats and bustle, and the maid slipped her out of her shirt and drawers, leaving Mary standing naked before her brother. Blushing, Mary laid a hand over her furred mound and crooked her other arm beneath her breasts to hold the soft orbs up. She could feel stickiness against the palm of her hand -- she had not bathed since their adventures the night before, and her pussy still bore traces of Jack's thick spunk. She liked the smell of it mingled with her cunt: thick, musky, and alien, like nothing she had smelled before. It was emphatically masculine, and it made her loins moisten and swell.
    Jack sighed in pleasure. He loosened his trousers and pulled them down far enough to fish his cock out, red and proudly stiffened. "Come here, Mary," he said, beckoning. "Come sit on my cock."
    Mary blushed brighter still, but she trotted over to his chair with ill-concealed eagerness. She pressed against her throbbing cunt to quell its excitement as she stood before her brother. "Like this?" she asked shyly, shuffling her feet apart and moving to straddle him where he sat. Jack nodded encouragingly and angled his prick up toward her. Mary crouched lower and tried to align herself with the domed tip. Jack gripped her bottom with one hand and helped pull her into place. Mary gasped as his cock brushed between her thighs; slipped for a moment between her wet lips.
    Jack gave a contented sigh and lifted his hips, tugging his trousers lower before Mary settled into place atop his thighs. He kicked his boots off with an awkward wriggle and beckoned behind Mary's back for Jennifer. His