Reece

Connie froze for a long moment, the thought of touching either Reece or the figure beneath the covers making the bile rise in her gullet.

Yet, she had stopped dead on the wrong side of the bed, nearest to Reece, Mary seemed to have assumed that her position was an implied offer to handle the man and was already moving to pull the covers back on the sleeping figure.

“My lucky morning!” Reece called to her as she slowly turned to face him, the wet towel hanging limply in her hand. “Long time since I got to break in a new girl.”

“She’s on her first infraction,” the voice of Matron Halliwell was cold and cutting as she stood by the door. “So look but don’t touch.”

Reece glanced between the two women for a long moment before seeming to deflate somewhat.

“Fair enuff’,” He grunted, reaching out and grabbing the towel from her limp hand. “But I’ll give you a show at least, something to think about for the next time.”

Connie felt as if her feet had been nailed to the floor. Unable to look away from the uncouth man as he ran the towel over his naked body. Her eyes growing wide as he lowered it to his crotch and began to, without shame, run it along the length of his engorged member.

“Like what you see?” He asked, snapping her back to herself for a moment. “Don’t ‘ave to be on punishment to spend some time with me luv.”

As he spoke Connie watched as he slowly slid the towel over the length of his cock, sliding back his foreskin to reveal the glistening head of his cock. She couldn’t help but wonder how it could be possible something that size could ever fit inside someone and actually feel good.

“Nuffin’ stopping you coming down by the stables after lights outs,” Reece went on, his hand moving quicker now, his voice sounding oddly strained. “Can show you exactly why ol’Amy there keeps me around.”

He glanced over at Mistress Halliwell then and Connie was struck by how wrong this all was. Standing in these fine chambers in a perfectly turned out maids uniform whilst a woman who, whilst younger than most, was still the picture of a Mistress. Stood and watched a filthy urchin pleasure himself.

“And if you’ses is very nice,” Reece was closer to her now, his hand moving in a blur. “I might even give you a hands on lesson in how babies are made.”

Connie tried to move away, to put some distance between herself and this filthy wretch but she felt the bed pressing against the back of her legs and the thought of what he would do if she were to fall back onto it turned her stomach to ice.

“Trick is,” he gasped, sweat beading his forehead now. “You got to ‘ave a nice...filling...of...this!”

His hips bucked as he held the towel over the end of his member, his whole body tensing in the same way Sir Bothwell’s had although not for nearly as long. Before finally, he pulled the cloth away, Connie caught sight of the bulbous head of his now shrinking member, a thick white fluid dripping from the tip as he held out the towel to her.

“‘ere,” He said, his breath ragged now. “Something to remember me by.”

Connie took the towel from him, feeling something warm and sticky on her hand as she did. She switched the towel to her other hand and saw the thick fluid hanging between her fingers. A wave of confusion and revulsion overcame her but before she had a chance to say anything Mistress Halliwell cut in.

“Right, if you are quite done,” She looked between the three girls and Connie suddenly realised that the girl who had been in the bed was now nearly fully dressed. “Then I want you three out of my chambers right now.”

With that, the door was pulled open and the three were shoved back out into the hallway.

Connie, still in a daze from what she had just seen followed numbly behind the other two girls as they made their way back to the kitchen.