To “catch up”

“Oh, hi Mr and Mrs Leathson!” You say, trying your best to act enthusiastic and friendly instead of embarrassed “what brings you here?”

“Oh we never miss one of your uncle’s parties.” Mr Leathson says. “We were just surprised to see you here, and as a servant too!”

“I’ve only been here for a little while honestly. I’m still getting the hang of it.”

“That’s alright! You’ve got plenty of time to learn. You’ve certainly grown into that body of yours!”

“Thank You sir.” You say

He takes the tray from you and sets it on a side table, removing the last bit of whatever cover it gave you and leaving you exposed to them. Bringing you closer to them, Mrs Leathson’s hands explored your body. Unable to object, you say nothing as she places one finger gently on your pussy. Even though you had just spent the last couple hours getting fucked, this one light touch makes you inhale sharply in anticipation. You spread your legs so that your feet are shoulder width apart allowing her better access, and she responds by gently teasing you still with one finger.

It’s all you can do to resist rocking your hips to rub yourself on her finger, and the din of conversation from the party around you becomes nothing but background noise. As far as you’re concerned it’s just the three of you. She withdraws her teasing finger, which is visibly wet, and reaches up to stick it in your mouth. The bittersweet taste of your own pussy just turns you on even more and at this point you’re almost horny enough to beg them to fuck you right then and there.