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like it. And if you cry out, I’ll whip you harder until you beg for me to stop.’ With a slender forefinger, she skimmed Gael’snipple and made a thrill run down between her legs. Then to Gael’s surprise, the housemaid put her lips to hers and kissed her tenderly.
    Stripped below the waist and with her blouse undone, Gael felt her excitement mount as the girl’s bare flesh touched hers. Now Sophie’s fingers slipped around the slender waist and down into the crevice of Gael’s bottom. She abandoned her resolve not to get involved with the servants. Her lips took Sophie’s hungrily. She could feel how warm and moist they were as they pushed out for a moment. The tongue snaked through her lips. Then Sophie pulled away. Her eyes flashed with amusement. ‘You don’t really think I fancy you, do you?’
    Gael struck out. The flat of her hand caught the surprised girl on the cheek. It made her reel.
    Sophie glowered. Then she hit back, catching Gael a glancing blow on the shoulder.
    Their fingers locked.
    They fell.
    Then Sophie was on top of Gael, her leg between Gael’s legs, her teeth biting at Gael’s neck.
    The heat of the naked body on her own, the taut breasts touching hers, the belly panting against her sweating skin, raised Gael’s excitement. Sophie’s legs began to grind, spreading the lips of her opponent’s sex, slipping in her moistness. That stimulated Gael more than the gentle kiss had done. When Sophie’s mouth came on to hers, Gael began to pant. Her hand found Sophie’s bottom and slipped between the buttocks – searching until her finger found the housemaid’s anal ring. She plunged the finger in.
    ‘You bitch.’ The girl shuddered, squeezed on Gael’s finger and bit her shoulder hard.
    Gael twisted her finger, making Sophie squirm.
    They rolled towards the water, Gael plunging her goading finger ever deeper as Sophie bit her neck. Theredhead panted harshly. Her fingers clawed at Gael’s breasts.
    Gael’s leg was slick with nectar as Sophie rubbed her vulva softly against the hardness of Gael’s thigh.
    Gael raked her back as Sophie bit at her lips, almost stifling her. As she struggled to catch a breath, they rolled into the water, clawing at each other as it closed upon their skin. The coldness was quite stunning for an instant, then brought Gael to her senses. What was she doing? She’d let her senses rule her mind.
    She wriggled free but Sophie tripped her and made her sprawl. As she snatched a whippy branch up and thrashed at Gael’s bare bottom, her eyes were full of lust and her cheeks brightly flushed.
    Gael turned away, pulling her knees up to her breasts. But this exposed her sex lips to the stinging of the branch. As she tried to flee again, the switch whipped through her legs. She gasped and rolled, trying to crawl away. On her knees, her genitals were exposed, the switch catching her labia lips to make them tingle hotly. She flushed and felt her moisture well from deep inside her, the stimulation making her vulva spasm. It always did that when she was just about to come, the walls of her vaginal sleeve clamping and releasing.
    Sophie pushed Gael on to her back. With her foot between Gael’s breasts, she pinned her mistress down. ‘You bitch. You bloody bitch,’ she gasped. ‘I need you, for Christ’s sake. Now suck me off, or I’ll whip you till you do.’
    Sophie sank to her knees. Astride Gael’s shoulders, she thrust her pubis out. Her eyes glared down at Gael hungrily.
    ‘And you can go to hell,’ Gael snarled.
    Sophie hit her hard across the face and made her gasp. ‘You will lick me, you bitch,’ she screamed. ‘You’ll lick me until I come.’ She tugged Gael’s hair and pulled Gael’s face up between her legs. She ground Gael’s mouth against her sex and worked her hips.
    Water poured from the ginger hair between the housemaid’s legs. It ran into Gael’s mouth and made her swallow. As Gael’s lips met the hot, soft flesh, she began to lick,