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As the maid sets down the tea tray, the woman of the house lets her robe fall, exposing the round, naked body beneath. They embrace, and the maid can feel the flesh of the lady's breasts as they press against her own. A flash of fire races down her loins with the touch.

She can hear her mistress's breath quicken as she explores the sweet, moist silk between the woman's thighs, and she feels a strange sense of power over her governess. Soon they fall on the couch, their bodies racked by the force of their passion.

Afterward they lie panting together in spent desire, knowing, in the realm of primal passion, the distinction between servant and mistress has no meaning.