he said. “I shall attend to it at once. I believe I know the very one for you. In fact, she's so good she can be both maid and housekeeper for you.'
Rising from the divan, he called the housekeeper and the maid. “Here,” he said, handing each some money. “This will carry you over until you find new positions. You may pack your things at once.'
Though I felt sorry for them, I believe they were glad to go. The maid looked especially relieved; such carrying-on as she had she witnessed that day proved too much for her puritanical nature.
He kissed me and promised to return in an hour, and after he had departed, I bid the two servants adieu. I stretched out upon the divan to await my lover's return, and I couldn't help but think how happy I was. A position in the world of Art, a splendid income from which I could prepare for the future, a splendid cottage to live in, and above all, a lover! Strong, handsome, young and animate, and armed with the most noble prick with which to fuck me!
Paul found me radiant, indeed, when he returned, informing me that he had engaged the services of a charming maid and that she would report to me the following day.
'Oh, Paul, you darling,” I cried, pulling him down beside me. “I love you so, I never want you to leave me again!'
'And I love you, too, dear,” he answered, kissing me again and again, “and I feel that I never want to leave you again-even to sleep!'
There was plenty more said that afternoon, and it all ended by him taking up residence there with me. Then I told him of my conversation with the woman who had acted as housekeeper, and how she hinted at the necessity of my having a lover, one whom I could gamahuche (I used that expression to him, then), and the great good I would derive from it. “Is that so?” I asked, looking him in the eye.
'I'm afraid it is,” he answered, smiling. “At first I didn't want you to do that to me-'
'Why?” I interrupted.
'Well,” he hesitated, looking off toward the window, “I realized, dear, that it was a dangerous thing for you to do, and…'
'Why is it dangerous?” I asked
'Well, you see what happened… you know, when I spouted into your mouth.'
'And does that mean that every time I kiss you like that, the same thing will happen?'
'I'm afraid so, darling,” he answered. “It's a dreadful temptation for a man to ‘come’ when a beautiful woman holds his rampant tool in her mouth, as you did!'
'But I ‘came’ in your mouth when you did it to me, didn't I?'
'I'll say you did, darling, and that's what I want you to do every time I caress you like that.'
'Is that a promise?” I asked, kissing him.
He nodded his answer-and five minutes later, we were proving our promises to each other with relish!
During the night, he told me it was necessary for him to be away for two or three days, but that before he left, he would spend his every minute with me. It seemed he owned some land in a distant part of the country, and as there were taxes and other things to take care of, he was forced to be away.
I wouldn't allow him to leave, however, until my new maid arrived. I'll never forget the radiant smile that crossed her pretty face when she noted my scant attire-not at all like the other girl who had seemed frightened at my semi nudity, this girl looked pleased. She seemed to take it for granted, and I was sure she would be everything a maid could be.
CHAPTER V
After Paul left me, I arranged to visit the city. Paul greatly admired my pretty dressing gowns and chemises. He offered to buy them for me (he felt he had a perfect right to do this, since he was my accepted lover), and I only had to pick them out. Why refuse?
I found, upon my arrival back at the cottage, that my new maid-whose name was Geneveve, and who in the future I shall call “Gene,'-was quite a worthy maid. Everything was as spic and span as I could have hoped, and to my further delight, I found her in the act of preparing something for my dinner. She said she knew I was to be alone for a few nights and wanted to assist me in everything.
That she did mean to assist me in everything was proved that very evening, as you shall see.
After our dinner (I had insisted that she join me) I took a book and was reclining beneath a light. I had been reading but a few moments when I noticed her standing close beside me.
Wondering what she wanted, I asked her, and was surprised to hear something like this: “Madame has such lovely long hair; perhaps she would like to have me comb it for her?'
There was something delightfully refreshing about the girl; she was wearing a little dress of the type commonly worn by domestics, and revealing enough for me to determine that she was beautifully formed. Through the thin material, I could easily detect her firm breasts, the nipples of which seemed to be trying to break free. Also, I had detected the whiteness and plumpness of her thighs as she moved about here and there, and this coupled with her strange offer regarding my hair made me think kindly of her. I also wondered if it were possible that she knew more about things than I had as yet learned. The book I had been reading wasn't all that interesting, so I made up my mind I would question her a little.
It also happened that I delighted in having someone play with my hair; I had an unusually long head of it, and derived a great deal of pleasure from having it combed and fussed over.
'Why, yes,” I answered, smiling sweetly, “I would love to have you comb it for me.'
I was wearing, as was usual, a thin dressing gown and low slippers, and I was lying in a more or less revealing position, but she seemed not to notice this. Without further delay, she arranged the pillows beneath my back and shoulders, and a moment later was letting down my hair.
After a few moments, I said, “What prompted you to think I liked having my hair done?'
'My last mistress liked having hers done. It was long, like yours.'
'Did you like waiting on her?” I asked.
'Yes, madam. She was very kind to me.'
'And why did you leave her?'
'She took a husband and is traveling in India,” Gene answered.
'I see. And if she hadn't married, would you have stayed with her?'
'Yes, madam, I liked her very much.'
I became interested in this other woman. “Tell me about her,” I said. “Tell me everything of interest about her. Was she very pretty?'
'Yes, madam, she was.'
'And you have seen her in an undressed condition-like I am?'
'Oh, yes, madam. I have seen her undressed many times. In fact, she was always undressed when I did her hair and massaged her.'
'Oh, you massaged her too?'
'Yes, madam. You see, my former mistress liked wearing low-cut dresses, but unfortunately she had rather small breasts, so she used to have me massage them every night and morning in hopes that the stimulation would make them grow.'
'That is interesting indeed,” I said. “And did your treatment help them, and did you like doing that?'
'I didn't at first, but after two or three times I got to like it.'
'That's strange,” I said. “What could there be about it that you didn't like? I can't imagine anyone not liking pretty breasts.'
'Oh, it wasn't that I disliked massaging them; it was something else.'
'Something else?” I asked, curious and warming to the subject.
She nodded. “I hope you won't misunderstand, but, well, she liked to have me take the points between my lips and suck them.'
'Indeed! And how often did you do this?'
