Not the kind of cooling down I was expecting

I sigh as the hot water gently touches my skin. And as I let my body settle down at the bottom of the large, yet simple wooden tub, Joana immediately orders me to turn around. Then, her fingers start dancing through my stubborn long red hair, rubbing and intertwining with it. All in an effort to remove as much knits from them as possible.

As she washes my hair I feel a soft pressure against my back as her large bountiful D-cup breasts are accidentally pressed against it. It actually feels pretty nice. Her boobs so much different than my own meager chest. This soft pliant bounciness is making me able to get why guys seem to like them so much. Heck, maybe I'm even beginning to like them too.

"I'm really glad your father decided that I would be a good choice to be your handmaiden. Who knows into what horrible alliance my family would have **** me." She playfully jested with me, in a way that you would expect from girls when they get together.

I knew from my father that her house, the 'De Blaisy', only held a pretty small county estate under the duke of Bleichröder, and they were basically completely reliant on whatever diplomacy deals they could get to increase their standing in the realm. So come to think of it, their daughter now being a handmaiden of the queen must have drastically improved their luck.

Apparently, without me noticing, one of her hands had stopped washing my hair as her arm wrapped around my waist and she tenderly rubs my flat belly, as if I was already expecting. Her soft hand feeling pleasantly warm on my naked skin. "I can't believe the council would actually **** you like this. Although I guess, we live in a man's world after all. And you can't deny that the kingdom would still need to get a new heir if it wants to continue to exist."

"So tell me, have you already been seeing any guys lately?" Joana looks at me inquisitively.

{if GillesInside == True}'SHIT!' Confronted by her sudden question and the pleasant feeling of her hand still resting on my lower belly I wonder if it would have been too forthcoming to have let Gilles spurt his entire load inside of me, even though I had willingly wanted it in the heat of the moment. Inwardly, I decide to be a little bit more careful the next time when I fuck him, because I still want him to do me a lot. But for all I know, Joana could just have already been giving a careful encouragement to a little speck of life that might soon start to grow, unplanned, in my innocent womb.{elseif GillesOutside == True}Confronted by her sudden question and the pleasant feeling of her hand still resting on my lower belly, I let out a sigh of relief as I was able to convince Gilles to pull out before he came. Inwardly, I decide to keep being careful the next time when I fuck him, because I still want him to do me a lot.{else@}I bashfully blush at Joana's words with me having no such experience yet whatsoever and I tell her as such. I try to remember how I parted with Sir Gilles the other day, and in a way I kinda feel sorry for him, with the things he said about himself. Maybe I shouldn't be so hard on him and just try to cheer him up a little somehow the next time.{endif}

"Ah, I know!" Joana looks at me inquisitively. "Let's have an awesome sleepover!" "That way there's no way some {if GillesInside == True}other {elseif GillesOutside == True}other {endif}stranger would try to come in and **** himself on you tonight{if GillesInside == True} too."{elseif GillesOutside == True} too."{else}."{endif}