Chapter 4

Wendy both dreaded and looked forward to her workday. She lay in her room thinking of the events of the day and the sensations she felt both at the hands of Mrs. Demarre and the tongue and cock of her son. She marveled at the feelings both of them gave her, and wondered about how she had reacted when her son had finished with her the afternoon before. She still couldn't believe she had brought herself off as he watched. Even more so since he hadn't ordered her to do such a thing!

She woke the next day after a restless night and slid into her work uniform, watching as her father slunk off to another day at the docks. He had in a way got her into the mess. His gambling had wracked up such a ton of debts that she felt the need to steal from her employer. Taking some of Mrs. Demarre's jewelry to sell to clear her father's debt, and in the process being discovered by Mr. Demarre who had impressed her body into service for his son, and apparently for his wife as well.

She smiled at her father as he left. He smiled back at her, telling her to have a good day at work. She grinned back. These days she didn't know what a day at work would be like. Or what she would end up doing.

Mrs. Demarre smiled as she Wendy walk through the front gate of the house, then looked at her day planner one more time. She had two hours free during her day. Time enough to take little Wendy from front to back and then again. Today she would begin the girls real training.

She smiled as she reviewed the tape of her son and the Girl one more time. Her son would be quite the expert cocksman by the time Wendy was done with him, with her passing along little pieces of information for the girl to teach him.

The boy needed to know these things. She knew that Jean her husband had learned the arts of love in much the same way as her son Michael. She had even met the woman who had been her teacher. The two of them had even spent an evening or two at a private ch'teau pleasuring one another and discussing her husband. While it may be true that the idle riche are hard to entertain with the right teacher they could learn to entertain to ones hearts content. She knew her son would need to know these things if he wad to find a proper bride and keep her happy at home.

She sent a message to Anthony the house butler. "Send Wendy to my office at ten O'clock." Then smiled. The late morning would be a good time for her and the girl. She would learn much about herself then.

Wendy was dusting a few items in the house when Tony approached her. "Mrs. Demarre would like to see you Wendy." He said then walked away.

Wendy wasn't surprised by the butler's request; she had been expecting it since she arrived. She walked to the office her employer's wife sizing up her feelings as she walked. She knew the woman would want to use her in some way, and as she thought about it she didn't mind. Her experience with the older woman the day before had been a real eye opener for her. Feeling the gentle touches of a woman had been a shock at first, but as the woman had toyed with her she feel into her grasp as her body craved the feelings her hand had given her.

So as she opened the office door she was ready for what the woman wanted from her.

Mrs. Demarre sat behind her desk as she expected as the girl walked in. Today the older woman was wearing a blood red dress that complimented her red brown her and between darkness and light complexion, her hair was tied into a braid set off her neck and the dress revealed the woman's neck and decolagge nicely. She wondered what the woman would want from her son's toy today.

"Good morning Wendy." The woman said as she walked in. "Please come join me." The woman said and walked to her, taking her hand gently.

"Of course Mrs. Demarre." Wendy said with a smile. Following as the woman walked her toward a door off to the left of her office. She wasn't surprised to find a small bedroom next to the office.

"Dear I told you to call me Marie when we are in private." Mrs. Demarre said as they entered the room.

"Of Course Marie. How may I serve you today?"

The woman smiled as they walked into the room. "I would like to see you naked today Wendy." She said and turned to face the girl.

Wendy felt herself getting a little warm between the legs as the woman made her request. She slowly slid the shoulders of her maids uniform off, then slid the rest of it off of her letting it fall into a puddle on the floor. Leaving her only in her panties and bra. Then she unclasped the bra and let it land on her uniform and then slid the panties off of her hips and down to the ground.

The woman took in the view of the young girls body, she wondered idly if perhaps some time in the future if the girl might have a future in as a model, but she shook the thought from her mind, while it might be fun to think of the girl that way, she would be needed her for some time. She grinned as her hands slowly slid from the girl's hip to the top of the young woman's breast. Loving the feel of hared muscle muted by just a hint of baby fat. She felt the girl's skin for a few moments then looked Wendy in the eye.

"I want you to get on the bed and pleasure yourself as I get undressed." She said looking at the girl.

Wendy almost balked at the idea. "Mam I uh."

"You've never made your pleasures public before?" Mrs. Demarre said looking at the girl.

"No mam." The girl said with down cast eyes.

"Wendy allow me to explain something to you, in order for you to teach my son, indeed even to be a true woman in this world you must get beyond the foolish moralism you've been taught, your body is your best weapon in a war of sexes so learn its abilities well." Mrs. Demarre paused a moment. "The other thing you must learn is that when I ask you to do something you will do it as soon as possible."

The girl nodded and slid herself onto the bed reveling as the silk sheets slid under her bottom. Thrilling her even as she felt acute embarrassment as she prepared to put on a show for the woman. Slowly she let a finger trail along her chest down slowly to her breast. Letting it circle slowly across her nipple and feeling just a hint of goose bumps forming as she did so.

Mrs. Demarre watched as the girl played with herself on the bed, slowly sliding her dress off of her body as the girl began to warm herself up. The girl needed to understand that a woman was always on display, and no less so then when she was in bed before a lover.

Wendy let her hand slide down her tummy taking a serpentine route down her skin and enjoying her fingers feel as it winded its way down her. Slowly she let her legs open letting her finger train down her hips up and down to her thigh. From there it slowly made its way up the inside of her leg and up and to her sex. The girl slowly slid the finger up the lips of her sex. Tracing the folds of skin idly as her eyes closed in desire.

Part of her enjoyed the feeling of the woman's eyes on her. Knowing that she had some sort of power over the older higher-class creature that was revealing her body to her piece by piece as her dress came off of her. She could feel her sex getting wetter as her hand toyed with her self.

Mrs. Demarre watched as the girl played idly with herself, smiling at the sight of the girls half lidded eyes as she began to feel the tingles of pleasure she was giving herself. Looking as the finger manipulated the folds of her most private place and showing the sings of moist arousal in the girl's sex. She thought she could just begin to detect the first smell of the girl's aroma as she slid off her panties and walked to the side of the bed.

The girl watched the woman walk toward her through slitted eyes as she approached, admiring the curves of the woman's body, which were lush, but still formed nicely. Not a trace of any spare fat was on the woman's body, and she enjoyed the sight of the woman's large breasts, which sagged a little with age, but still held a decent shape. The breasts were capped with large brownish nipples that seemed to be begging to be fed off of. To the girl at this point Mrs. Demarre seemed more like the portrait of a mother goddess walking toward her then her eemployer'swife.