All The Way

Sally wasn't going to let an opportunity like this be passed up,

“I would love to be the shepherd of your noble anus, my lady. Let me just get this back passage nice and slippery.”.

Sally grabbed an amphora of oil and poured some in her pooled hands before slapping them together and rubbing them with a vigorous schlicking.

“This oil has been warmed for your pleasure my liege, but if you find it too hot we can always cool it down for you.”, and Sally introduced the oil to her with a cupping slap of her twin globes.

“Oh…no….that will be quite acceptable Sally.”, Hilda tried and failed not to moan out.

Sally began to mush the malleable buns like twin loaves of dough, kneaded and caressing them, squeezing them, smushing her cheeks, until the oil more than coated every square inch of her lady’s butt-cheeks.

After five or so minutes Sally’s strong hand’s weren’t tired, but she craved more, and if the puffed up, pink pussy of her employer was any indication, Lady Hilda desired it as well.

Sally’s breath quickened, she didn’t know what to do and her hands tensed with anxiety.

Should, should she just go on without asking? Would Hilda be mad? Would it ruin the mood to ask? Sally’s girlish worries soon began to overwhelm her.