Hilda snaps

Sally leads her distraught, mewling, oh-so horny mistress inside, unintentionally showing her off to another dozen servants as they make their way to Hilda's private quarters.

The looks she garners along the way only serve to further stoke the fire in the humiliated hottie's soft belly.

"Let's have you lie down while we prepare a bath for you," Sally says as they turn down another hallway.

The small, mousy woman gently squeezes Hilda's hand as she looks her red-faced mistress right in the eyes.

"You're safe now," Sally says in as reassuring a tone as she can.

Hilda looks her servant over as her soaked cunny twitches.

If she let her hair down, and maybe if she...

Hilda shook her head and sunk to her knees.

Fantasizing about the help? And sweet, loyal Sally at that?!

"Mistress, are... is everything alright?" Sally asked as she knelt down next to her distressed idol.

"Oh..." Hilda whimpered, tears in her eyes as she looked at Sally and shivered. "I CAN'T TAKE IT ANY MORE!" The once-mighty knight wailed as she lunged at servant.

Sally sat there, frozen in confusion and... other emotions as the naked, moaning, panting woman she admired pounced on her.

The weak little servant let out a surprised squeak, but was quickly silenced as Hilda pinned her to the ground as she sloppily kissed her, even as she tore the smaller woman's clothes off.

"I NEED THIS!" Hilda moaned, no longer able to control herself. "I NEED YOU!"

The naked noble grabbed the collar of Sally's robe and ripped it open.