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Dressed only in a tightly drawn thong each, Stacy and I turn with hungry eyes to the Swiss Housekeeper, resplendent in white lingerie. Annabelle shifts uncomfortably under our gaze, obviously feeling somewhat exposed.

“Now…” ponders my redhead cousin, “what can we find to pass the time whilst our wet clothes are drying?”

She looks at me pointedly. I shrug my shoulders and grin vacantly as if I cannot possibly decide. In fact, a number of quite pleasant options present themselves and I feel a thrill as I consider them all.

“Please, Misses Lucy and Stacy,” cries Annabelle, breaking in on my reverie, “I cannot stay. I have much work to do.”

“Dressed like that?” asks Stacy with a raised eyebrow.

“I will get another uniform,” replies the lingerie-clad miss. “I have many chores to do.”

“Wait!” cries Stacy. “We’ll help you. Then you’ll get finished three times as fast and then… Well then, we can do whatever you would like to do.”

“I don’t know…” begins Annabelle.

“Come on, it’ll be fun,” declares my cousin. “What was the first job on your list?”

“To make sure the two of you have a bath.”

“Check. Done,” states Stacy, running her fingers through my soaking wet hair.

Annabelle frowns.

“Okay,” reasons Stacy. “We’ll have another one at the end. Once we’ve worked up a sweat.” She winks knowingly at me.

“What was next, Annabelle?” I ask, trying to be helpful.

“I must polish the statues in Mister Ken’s orgy room.”

“Uh, polish the what in the where?” inquires Stacy, dumbfounded.

“You know… statues,” responds the Swiss miss, striking a pose with her own statuesque body and looking quite stunning as she does so.

“Yeah, no, I got that bit", responds Stacy, slightly flustered. “Where did you say these statues were?”

“In mister Ken’s orgy room.”

“Which is..?”

“Where Mister Ken and his friends are having their sex orgies, of course,” replies the housekeeper matter-of-factly.

Stacy and I look at each other in incredulity.

“And where is this sex orgy room?” I venture at last.

“Down the hallway, 'round the corner, second on the left,” replies Annabelle.

“I’m there,” yells Stacy and bolts for the door, holding her breasts in check with one arm.

“Wait for me,” I yell, and set off in hot pursuit.

Annabelle sighs and follows on behind us.

The door to the orgy room opens out into another vast chamber. This one decked out in Roman style and filled with all manner of erotic statuary, as well as soft rugs, long couches and covered benches. As we walk amongst the ebony, ivory and marble statues, we are assaulted on all sides by images of erect penises, smooth breasts, and copulating couples.

When Annabelle arrives, she opens a discreet cupboard and retrieves a variety of feather dusters and polishing clothes. She then begins to coolly polish a large erect phallus, cleaning and smoothing it with an expert touch.

I pause to admire the statue of a huge gladiator, whose out-thrust penis is ‘urinating’ into the mouth of another statue - that of a maidservant, who is bound at his feet. My curiosity gets the better of me and I put my lips to the ‘urinating’ cock. As I suspect it is pure cool spring water – which makes a pleasant change.

Suddenly, I feel a soft tickling sensation around my stiffening nipple. It is a while before I realise that it is Stacy who has sneaked up from behind to stimulate me with a feather duster. I shriek as she gooses me with a second one and I grab it off of her. We then spend a few minutes chasing each other with feather dusters and tickling one another. The housekeeper sighs and spreads herself over a copulating couple as she seeks to polish them in every crevice.

Suddenly, Stacy lets out an “Ow!” of pain as she trips over a monstrous phallus, rearing up from the crotch of a reclining statue.

Now that we get to view him close-up, the statue seems most odd. It is one of a pair. Each is a well muscled Nubian reclining close by each other. Their faces are locked in an orgasmic grimace and each has a huge phallus straining with desire. What is missing in each case, is the object of that desire. The huge cocks are straining skywards, but thrusting at nothing.

Stacy takes her feather duster and begins idly stroking the one statues huge erection with it. It is a strangely erotic sight and I find myself getting very moist as I watch. Suddenly Stacy stops in mid stroke.

“I know what this is,” she says. And with that, she yanks down her black thong and stands astride the dark statue. Then she gently lowers her pale body onto the statue’s engorged ebony length and I watch in fascination as its smooth shaft, separates and slides between my cousin’s copper pubes. Her eyes close in blissful pleasure as she eases herself up and down its unyielding hardness.

“Please, Miss Stacy,” cries Annabelle from across the room, “I have to clean that one again now.”

“Just… giving… it… a… thorough… polish,” grunts my cousin at length.

After a while, she pauses and adds, “Care to help me out here, cuz?”

I look at her questioningly and then realise the significance of the second statue and its close proximity to the first. I need no second bidding and I quickly slip off my own panties and ease my slick wet pussy down the smooth ebony shaft of the second statue. I find myself face to face with my naked copper-crowned cousin. We embrace and our breasts squish against each other’s, our lips lock and I feel her tongue playing over mine. After a time, still holding our embrace, we begin sliding up and down the hard cocks of our inanimate lovers’ keeping perfect timing with each other.

Before long, I hear breathless gasps from my cousin that echo my own. Soon we are moaning and shuddering together and clinging to each other for support. As my orgasm hits me I can barely stand to keep that unyielding cock inside any longer; but Stacy continues to **** me up and down its uncompromising length in spite of myself, and I do the same for her, until at last we cry out in our desire and ultimately collapse against each other in release.

At length, I look over at Annabelle. She is gently, but intently polishing the exposed breast of a roman empress or some such.

Sheepishly, Stacy and I get to our feet and begin polishing again – albeit with legs slightly bowed. Only after we have buffed every statue in the room do we ask…