After I finished driving Louisa to orgasm, we tangled tongues, her intoxicating taste mingled in our mouths. While we were hazed with lust, we still retained some semblance of self-preservation, and resumed cleaning at lightning speed. Just before Mrs. Cleanknockers returned, we arranged for a clandestine rendezvous at bedtime so that I could soothe and pamper the aftereffects of her session with his lordship. I admitted I was curious to see the result of a good rogering. “Well, ladies? Are you quite finished messing about?” We replied in unison, “Yes, Mrs. Cleanknockers.” She stood behind us and squeezed our bottoms.
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