Continued

“No.” Connie managed to whisper with a slow shake of her head, her eyes never tearing away from the sight of her schoolmate taking one of the teacher's members into her mouth.

Sir Bothwell chuckled again at that, the thrusting of his hips speeding up as Connie watched Mary close her eyes, his cock sliding impossibly deep into her mouth in a way that must have meant it was entering her throat!

“Well you are only on your first detail,” he explained, his voice becoming more uneven with each thrust. “So, you will only have to observe the things a low woman is expected to do.” His thrusts were becoming harder and harder with each passing moment. “But if...after today....you still feel the need to act out. I will be more than happy to part those pretty little lips of yours.”

He leered at Connie for a long moment before looking down at Mary.

“Like this slut!” He growled.

His fingers again dug deep into Mary’s hair, his hips bucking forward one final time to press her lips against the base of his cock as he shuddered and groaned. Connie watched in horrified silence as something happened to him. Her eyes falling to Mary’s chest as she noticed the other girl seemed to be swallowing.

After what felt like an age Bothwell relented, his now softening member sliding from Mary’s mouth, droplets of saliva and something else drolling from it onto the hardwood floor.

“Clean up your mess and get out.” He ordered the jovial warmth was gone from his voice as he pulled his gown closed again.

Connie quickly moved to help Mary, her eyes focused on the other girl as she tried to read her expression. Yet Mary was as placid as she had been before as she wiped her mouth clean and got dressed once again.

Connie could only numbly follow the other girl back down to the kitchens. The whole way back she tried to find the words she needed to say, she stammered and stuttered a few failed attempts before they stepped back into the noise and clamour of the kitchens.

She hoped that they might have a chance to stop and talk or that she might be able to lose herself in some work but instead they were again pulled aside by the Housekeeper.

“Got breakfast for Matron Halliwell,” She explained briskly.

Connie felt relieved for a moment, sure in herself that a lady like Matron Halliwell would never act like Sir Bothwell. Yet, as they collected up the plates on the tray, she felt that gnawing fear of what she was walking into. She glanced over at Mary, the pleading question obvious on her face. The other girl looked her in the eye, reading her, knowing exactly what she wanted to ask. That she simply wanted to know that Bothwell was a one-off, right?

Mary looked at her for a long moment and then, painfully slowly, she shook her head.