Julianna has a wet dream in the master bedroom ⚢

For now - she needed to decide where to sleep - and settled on the master bedroom. I mean it was probably not the master bedroom for at least a century, but she could bet that's what it's original purpose was. It was the only large room that had just one door. It was in the corner and next to the bathroom. Roughly 6 by 5 meters. Enough to put a large bed into it, couple of wardrobes, a lounger, TV, work desk by the window, and there was still place in the middle for nice thick carpet that covered the hardwood floors. It had a window overlooking the courtyard - shielding it from the traffic noise coming from the street. It was probably not the best view in the past, but you don't need a good view from the bedroom, and over the years changing architecture and revitalization made it the best.

She made her bed, threw her clothes onto the carpet, and closed her eyes.

Julianna was sitting at the dinner table, waiting to be served. Observing her husband and his son with well hidden contempt. Her father sold her to this brute, and he never let her forget that.

Sure. He'd buy her whatever she wanted, for example this beautiful dress she was now wearing. Pearl white, full of gentle (but expensive) embroidery. Three girls worked 3 months on it. Yet she was wearing it for Sunday dinner. What a waste.

Servant girl, dressed properly in the maids uniform came carrying a first set of dishes. She was wearing long brown skirt, reaching slightly bellow her ankles covered by the white apron. Her chest covered by the buttoned, long sleeved shirt - black, but definitely washed few to many times. She had the stiff collar, and the white bonnet on her head, wrapping her hair tied into a bun.

Julianna followed the servant with her gaze as she served dishes.

First plate as always went in front of her husband - Master Eryk - almost forty year old, despite the fancy suit he was wearing - you could see that he's not really a born intellectual, muscles and tendons like steel screamed falsehood to that claim.

Second plate went in front of her son - Jan sitting opposite of him. He certainly looked like an intellectual, small and scrawny, wearing wire-wrapped glasses. Except he wasn't, he was as straightforward and ruthless as his father. That deceptive exterior was truly unnerving.

Maid walked back into the kitchen to grab remaining two plates. Which she then laid out in front of me, and finally - Beata - my daughter. The sole and only reason why someone like me got married off to one of the most ruthless "businessman" in the old capital. If not for her getting born ...

After diner, in a study, Julianna was sitting in an arm-chair with book in hand and her legs spread.

She enjoyed both the exquisite writing skills of the author, and satisfactory work of a maid who was hiding under her long dress. She moaned louder and covered her mouth with one of her hands. The flicking of the maid's tongue grew faster, her breathing with it.

"Use your fingers!" she commanded her maid, and moaned as she obeyed.

Julianna leaned back as Karolina another finger and started moving them faster and faster. She bit the spine of her book to keep herself quiet as she came all over the girls face, exploding with juices.

"Clean it up!" Julianna ordered and closed her eyes.

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