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Chapter 44 by hambo hambo

Do they take things further?

Oh yes

With Hilda's pussy shaved clean, the totally topless Nahla and the other maids turn the naked knight's body over, exposing her juicy booty,

"We still need to take care of this," Nahla says as she palms the noblewoman's cheeks and spreads them wide, revealing her mistress's backdoor and the scant hairs back there. "Then we can really start to have fun..." She adds before leaning in to briefly tongue Hilda's asshole.

Hilda can only coo in delight. Exhaustion and her secretly lusty nature have long-since overruled her dignity and pride.

Nahla pulls away for a moment and gets another dollop of cream, plopping it on her mistress's behind before massaging it in.

The rest of the maids watch on, although many of them are now helping each other out of their uniforms, ditching their duds as the room seems to get hotter and hotter. Aprons, blouses, skirts, all lie where they fall, forgotten as the drunk, increasingly horny girls shirk their duties in favor of something a little more... stimulating.

Soon many of them are kissing, giggling, and petting each other, slipping their hands under beautiful bras or into the waistbands of exotic panties (all of which Hilda would recognize as belonging to her, if she weren't so preoccupied at the moment), the air filling with soft moans as things get further out of (or into, depending on your perspective) hand.

Nahla, being the devoted servant she is, dutifully removes the last of Hilda's body hair before pouring sweet-smelling oil all over the noble's naughty rump, making sure it gets it gets into every nook and cranny, of course.

"Oh dear," Nahla says in mock surprise as a single drop gets onto her skirt. "I better not let any more get on this," she says with a smile as she stands up and sashays out of the restricting garment, revealing her lack of underwear, of any kind, and a glistening, bare twat.

"Now let's give you a good rub down," the mischievous maid whispers to Hilda as she palms the needy knight's sweet cheeks possessively.

Hilda lets out a guttural gurgle and arches her back. It's obvious what she thinks about all this.

What do the maids have in mind?

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