Mindy stays put

The next few minutes felt like hours of agony for Mindy. Each pleasured moan and squeal was a taunting siren's song for her to turn and see what she was missing. She couldn't tell if it was sweat or arousal leaking down her legs, but it had pretty much reached her feet by the time Mrs. Winthrop's low moans had turned into high pitched whines.

Mindy glanced around the room, looking for any type of reflective surface so she could get a glimpse of the couple in action. Nothing was suitable, so she was left to close her eyes and imagine the two woman fondling and groping each other. Young Annette's body, lithe and limber like the statue she had passed by. Mrs. Winthrop, in her tight business suit, must have a pretty fit figure as well. The thought of both of those bodies working over one another, the pouty lips of Annette finding their way into Mrs. Winthrop's nether regions, was too much for Mindy to take, so she started to rub her groin against the casting. She could barely move it an inch, for fear of breaking the mold, and it was barely enough of a sensation to get her off but it was enough to keep her at bay for now.

After a while the high pitched moans tapered off into heavy labored breathing. There was the distinct wet smack of lips together before one body got up and clothing shuffled around. A few moments later, the clacking of Mrs. Winthrop's heels echoed in the room. The head maid walked into view, back in her outfit to Mindy's dismay.

Mrs. Winthrop looked over the new recruit and nodded, "Well, you can be well behaved after all," she turned to the girl in the back, "Annette, see that the new girl gets rewarded for her discipline."